When I got the call from Cyrus, I was astonished. I was standing there, in my apartment off of 15th, just misting my bare chest in baby oil when the phone ringed.
“What it is my man?”
“You’re a Riff now, brother”.
It was amazing, the sweetest sweetness I’d yet to behold, honey and let me tell you… [...]
His arms explode into rainbow paint flumes, splashing latex of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet up to the sky as the sun beats down on the red desert landscape, the spray splattering the landscape around him. He tries to speak, but his swollen tongue sticks to the thick dry mucusy side of [...]
The last day of the Mishka sale (50% off) is upon us, and as my coworkers line up to run the Bolder Boulder (and I attempt to recover from a painful incident with some delicious dairy: tastes good, but the body doth protest) they dropped yet another discount code (”TWITTER” for an additional 12% off). [...]
His pockets are filled with a mixture of lint, gumballs, some strong rubber bands (good for shooting things with), a little pen knife (because it makes him feel like a grown up), one bent Topps baseball card (Ricky Henderson), and he’s scrambling through the creek in a small suburban park with a stick, trying to [...]
The day is gray, sunlight doesn’t peer through the clouds, instead a haze settles over the main street. Light fog. Quiet. The silence is overwhelming. He reaches into the no longer glass filled door frame and turns the dead bolt.
Open. Bell rings.
He walks up and down the narrow space between the aisle and the front [...]
In the hot heat of near summer and with the smells of ammonia and waste wafting off of the water treatment plant, I was pushing towards a goal: a goal that moves ever forward, but it was to ride nineteen miles in under an hour. The terrain was flat, but the struggle to maintain 22.5 [...]
The hum of the fluorescent light fills the silence. The white, bright bright light has him squinting. The walls are white tile, the mirror behind him is one way… something is leaking in the hallway.
“So you’re laying there, sprawled out in the ditch?”
You think I don’t know I was.
“When what? What was chasing you?”
The voice [...]
Malcom Mclaren is best known for opening the Sex shop in London (with Vivienne Westwood, which means they popularized bondage pants with all of those “up the punks” types and got Sid to put “butt fuckers” jelly in his hair… that’s a quote from “Please Kill Me“), managing the Sex Pistols, and putting a teenager [...]
Rolling and sprinting along the Cherry Creek path to the reservoir, on a sunny, but windy morning I was visually acosted by hordes of ill fitting cycles, spandex worn with underwear, and Pink Floyd Primal Wear jerseys stretched past their tolerance. I don’t mention this to ridicule those who are out of shape or clueless… [...]
Can’t talk. Breathing hard.
The road is dimly lit and stretches up before him, into blackness. Faith tells him that the road continues and doesn’t just drop off a scant ten feet from where his failing light falls on the black and gray asphalt that is now mostly… well, black. The light bobs as he jumps [...]