Sunday Morning (2/2)
And then there’s the first step into the world, a baptism of its own, where I can’t help but relate to the wet concrete underfoot. My mouth tastes like…
Sunday Morning (1/2)
Sunday morning is a sledgehammer, a saguaro to the eyeballs, when you’re a university educated upper-middle class Caucasian first-rate fuck-up like myself…
Morning Messenger After Mead
Dawn had scarcely chased the revelers back to more private quarters when Kylun heard the rap at his door. Too foggy with sleep to be either excited or annoyed…
An Unwelcome Wake Up Call
The door to my office slammed open waking me up. I tried unsuccessfully to shake off the hangover drunk driving through my head. Squinting, I tried to see past…
Hangover Surprise
I awake, bleary-eyed. Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I stumble to the window and push the curtains aside. Sunlight pierces my slitted orbs and a shot of pain…
A Day Behind
A light blue hue reflected off close metal walls. You’d imagine the smell inside the empty dumpster would have kept me awake, or the plodding of my vibrating…
Julian's Letter
He stumbled toward the bed and picked up the note, unfolding it with care. Someone had taken some time to put this together. There, in heavily flourished…
Missy in the Morning
Rather than with a start, Missy awoke with a sluggish mental trudge toward panic. The blue Star Wars print sheets were not hers. The orange, motel-style drapes…
When did it become Tuesday?
Julian Stevens emerged from the toilet bowl feeling better but looking substantially worse. The diced carrot swam merrily in the pan for a while, waving to…