Diary of Another Madman
1 January 2015 I have twice sent out electronic messages-in-a-bottle, and twice have gone unanswered. The first time I considered it a one-off. The…
Starway Strangler
From a parking lot, I was looking out my side window at the freeway overpass, the sun present yet neutral. The cars were rolling by, rearranging…
Coon Hunting, Part 1
Dear Sir/Madam, When I was a small boy, I used to go on excursions into “the London,” and I vividly remember the overwhelming sensation of being an…
Cave Canem, Part 2
V. I smell smoke, more burnt gunpowder, and blood. I sit in the back with the Twins now, their cries dwindling to sobs. Lynn is bucking up; she has…
Blues of the Badge
It was a long day. I’m not talking a long day at the office, taking shit from some poindexter in polyester. No; I’m talking about a 10-55, two 488s,…
Love You, Zyra, Part 1
I. Trouble at Gatwick Airport. And JFK. Make that Heathrow. What the fuck does it matter? Anyway, there was talk amongst the check-in staff that I…
Selfie
“Here we are: the ChitChat Café,” I announced proudly. “Would you like to take a seat here by the flower boxes?” I had called earlier to reserve what…
Chip
Katherine needed supplies. Getting supplies was always a troubling event. Living in Pine Valley near San Diego was about as idyllic as idyllic gets…
Das Woke Capital
Government persecution of the people had continued for a long time. Every day, new charges were trumped up on a whim against those who offended state…
The Sins We Remember Fondly, Part 3
VIII. I was too mentally fatigued to open my computer and work for my second (or at times, my third) job, so I simply sat in a chair and closed my…
