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Category Archives: True Stories
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Hope and wonder, how it always starts. What’s along the road this go ’round? Some sorta unforeseen joy or terror? More broken lights? More sublime peace? You never know, you hate to predict, and honestly can’t stand when others do … Continue reading →
A visual feast
I’ve spent a solid portion of my existence in particularly large, dark rooms, with a bunch of strangers. Theaters, mind you. And those theaters have contained everything from mind-blowing stories, visual feasts, comedies nearly driving me to tears, and of … Continue reading →
One metal evening
09-18-09. Spokane, WA. The children… Wow, the children. Standing in line for an hour and a half (venue set-up time fail is made of fail), it became apparent that we were in the minority of attendees over the age of … Continue reading →
Fall Backwards
See those leaves up there? Bein’ all golden and still under some blue sky? I do. They’re not actually there, and in fact may be some amalgamation of photos and distorted recollections, but I still see them. Some basement underneath … Continue reading →
Eight
Broken. It’s that feelin’ of wellin’ up like so many irritants inside are tryin’ to rip your mouth open and scream the apocalypse. What would they scream? Hatred, death, somebody help me, a hug? Somethin’. It’s a convolution of shit … Continue reading →
Roads
Have to go to nowhere. Why? ‘Cause it’s dark an’ I can. Specks up there in the black hangin’ above the cold air with a crescent night-light. There’s a sense of warmth right now- love, even. For anything an’ everything. … Continue reading →
Santa God, Part III
The pulse-pounding conclusion. Please read Part I and Part II first. [scrippet] INT. JAKE & MARK’S BEDROOM – EVENING Jake slams the door. Mark jumps up from his bed, surprised. MARK BEAST WARS! JAKE I don’t believe this- can you … Continue reading →
Santa God, Part II
Make sure and read Part I first. [scrippet]INT. FALLON HOUSEHOLD – EVENING The news. Football. News. Lifetime. UFOs. Jesus. Zombies. Jake flicks uninterested through the channels from the couch. His parents quietly enter the room. Dad has a Dead shirt … Continue reading →
Santa God, Part I
In honor of the holidays, I could post some sort of long, detailed rant about why Christmas is a load of nonsense- how it was Christianity trying to compete with the Pagan holiday season, how it has absolutely nothing to … Continue reading →
Barack Obama: Not Bigfoot
“Hairy beast!” “You killed my cattle!” “All Bigfoots are terrorists!” “Lesser-evolved apelike thing!” These are just a few of the things I hear people shoutin’ at Obama, and I’d like to take a moment to sit down and tell you … Continue reading →
