The sunlight streamed through the large plate glass window, the pink petals of the rose painted under the black letters that read florist had worn with time, debris and wind. Dust seemed to hang in the air as the couple tentatively set foot into the shop. “Hello?” The coolers were filled with everything from stately [...]
In a weird bit of Gainesville Rock City news that I found somewhat exciting, drummer Warren Oakes recently left one of my long time favorite bands (Against Me!) to be replaced by none other than Hot Water Music’s (another favorite band) George Rebelo. Warren was a great drummer, but Hot Water Music is much more [...]
High on life and low on sleep I stumbled out into the morning, my poor dog in hand. Electric blue button up, charcoal cord shants, sockless in eras, and bespeckled with white wayfarer knock offs I was singing along to Future of the Left and scared this cute little old woman who nearly dropped her [...]
He lifted up his brown trimmed coffee cup and slid the book over to me, pushing up his glasses as they were always sliding down his somewhat oily nose and took a drag off of his hand rolled cigarette and exhaled rapidly as he breathlessly shot out, “It’s kind of ironic, I mean he’s ultimately [...]
I’m making a fist with my left hand, I feel the bones pop slightly and the cartilage rub as the knuckles pop again. Barely audible pops. Old injury. Freshly showered, clean from stem to stern, plain and skinny fit black All-Son sailor slacks, with their retro cut square button pockets and a slim fitting (if [...]
Sheets of water covered the street in front of the rusted white and red Texaco pumps that stood alone in front of the boarded up windows of the old service station while the purple mountains majesty in the far distance blended with the purple as a bruise clouds that drifted over the high plains . [...]
It was a fine day for motoring, I had my boy (he is a fine lad, the son of a local farmer, who will know not the finer things in life, but whose oafish manner will afford him a lifetime of horse like labor… perfect for the lower classes, old sport) bring the car around [...]
Pour me another. Make it a double. I want a sweaty glassed, icy highball that ain’t no goddamn highball, because if I’m going out it’s going to be drunk and it’s going to be loud and I’m going to be yelling about taking Chomsky’s side in the Focault-Chomsky debate not just because he’s right, but [...]
The floors were a light blue polished concrete with smaller rocks in them, dividing lines formed of brass colored metal strips formed part of a compass rose on the ground. The stairs, with the blue walls wound up and up… and on the landing, between floors, an old, chrome and blue machine sat. The top [...]
Legally yes, mentally no… isn’t that a good thing?
Backtrack.
Square jawed, shaved blue to five o’clock shadow and slicked back hair. Smoking black little cigarettes, drinking martini’s, wearing a well tailored wool suit. Brooks Brothers, country clubs, yachts, Maine, lobster, Fendi, driving a vintage DeSoto, his mind is focused and he knows what he wants, he’s [...]