Archives for October, 2011:

What Happened Was..

     I drove North on the 101 into the mountain past those Santa Barbara adjacent towns that make their own chocolate bars, like Cambria. The ocean sighed on my left while the forest threw shadows [...]

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The Sweat becomes Her

    The day after I quit the hand job gig, I felt dazed. I paced my apartment, and stared at my hooker go-phone on the table, which was turned off and destined for the trash. I thought about deletin [...]

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