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Fiction: Alter the day
So where are we?
“We’re at Tranquil.”
Wasn’t that a moon landing base?
“That was tranquility base. Keep up, brochaho.”
Seriously, why are you talking to me?
“I’m starting to wonder that myself.”
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Two roommates: Part II
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Boxing: Day 1
The first boxing lesson left me reeling: spent, edgy and up in the clouds. It wasn’t just the physical exhaustion, discovering the muscles you didn’t know you have, learning the reality between a movie punch and a boxing punch.
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An officer and some gentleman
Don’t fuck it up.
I won’t fuck it up.
Seriously. Don’t.
I won’t.
Grab the tail and help me push him in.
How do you know it’s a him?
It’s a him. Didn’t you look?
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-30-
Since I spend inordinate amounts of time dwelling on my own mortality anyway, 30 hasn’t come with much sticker shock. [the only recurring thought is whether the next decade will be as bizarre and twisting as the last.] Nonetheless, waking up Sunday morning I felt the need to prove my divine youth to the world. [...]
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The Colonel of Wisdom
“Are you laughing at my laugh?”
“What?”
“Are you laughing at my laugh?”
No. Who laughs at laughs? I’m just trying to buy milk and not watch the elections on the TV screen overhead.
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Welcome to Wyoming
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When comes the night nurse
An SDSU student died yesterday and Gregory Isaacs died yesterday and I’m sitting outside the library jacking their wireless and listening to the latter while musing on the former. Life is a lottery and Aaron Hohwiler lost: dead at age 20. Isaacs made it to 59, though his teeth fell out from smoking crack, and ended his singing career some years back.
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the reinvention of fireworks
Earlier, he’d been dreaming up ad jingles. Oil: graffiti for the ocean, was his favorite. Another, Black stuff only a dead seagull could love, he liked while admitting it didn’t make any particular sense. There was a third suitable slogan, but it was now forgotten as he approached the shore. He had decided to throw [...]
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psyche strung
Psychic chickenwire. As Gary strung the cds in lines across the balcony, that’s what filled his mind. He wondered what a bird would think when it saw a trillion sunbeams shooting from Metallica’s Black album. Say you prayers, little one. Nothing if not organized, Gary classified each row by genre. Rap and hip-hop, jazz, punk, [...]
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