March 2011
3 posts
I’m sitting in front of a laptop eating a bowl of scooby-doo noodles. The only thing that comes to mind is the crooked Spanish lady who threatened to get me fired for not giving her a receipt. She kinda turned me on. But why the hell did I choose to become a writer?
Hank Moody. Obviously. But writing doesn’t get you laid.
I walk, I talk, and I write. And I wouldn’t trade it for...
Hmm..
Had a conversation with a guy high on cocaine. He sounded like my roommate drunk. Except his pupils were the size of a dime. Writing about drugs is one thing, but seeing it in action is way more fierce. I thought partying like a rock star was cool. But man, that guy was fucked. I think I’ll stick to confiding in my ex-alcoholic priest.
“You smell. Like grated cheese. I think I’m in love. Please don’t...”
February 2011
12 posts
Ultimate Blogger? →
“Life is just too fucking boring not to try.”
– Lew Ashby
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Rufio was 20 years old, a university freshman fresh for women. Despite his young punk nature, he was not nicknamed for any Peter Pan reference, but by his infamous use of “roofies” at the neighborhood parties. Everyone has a talent, and for Rufio it was slipping date rape drugs into unsuspecting drinks. Of course, only his closest friends knew this. Most girls thought his black curls and brown...
What would you do with 6 months to live?
To be continued…
Stray Dog
Now you are the thieves that you pardon Searching for a need that will never come Hallelujah for that There’s more for their own now It’s time for me to forget I don’t need a reason to
You need to see the signs And you need to stop wasting time Selling that same damn story The story that I heard before And I waited for you, but you were long gone
“The gratification comes in the doing, not in the results.”
– James Dean
Can't remember where or when I wrote this...
Take it. The small white pill stared at him like an enchanting succubus, luring the young adult towards promises of endless pleasure. You know you want to… Aiden’s fingers reached nervously towards the sink top as the devil on his left shoulder took control of his consciousness. The trademark smiley face imprinted on the pill did not make it any easier to resist. Who could shy away from a symbol...
Natural Cures
Amongst all of nature’s wonderful creations, the most powerful of them are.. lemons?
I’m a sucker for natural health. If any of you have ever read “The Four-Hour Body” or “Natural Cure’s They Don’t Want You To Know About,” you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about when I say that you are what you eat. Especially at university, we can...
“I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them never...”
– Mark Twain
New Directions
What is it about the sight of an attractive girl that makes me hungry?
Not hungry in the traditional sense. I had steak and eggs for breakfast and my appetite for love is a little on the dark side.
I mean hungry for life. That carnal desire to follow my bliss and do all the things I say I’ll do but never actually do them. Maybe I want to impress her with my interesting life style and...
Tori, Part II
The need for nicotine came out of nowhere, swarming upon him like moths to the flame. Three months without a single pull, and suddenly the desire was spreading like wildfire through his every vein. Craving overcame confusion as Aiden grabbed his jacket and the twenty dollar bill on his dresser. Pulling his faithful iPod out of his pocket, the music lover decided that Jimi Hendrix would have to be...
Screwdrivers
There’s something about being with friends that makes everything humorous. In this particular case, it might have been the fact that we had just snuck in a 26 of vodka right under the teachers’ noses. Smirnoff, of course: the thrill of consuming a prohibited substance didn’t stop us from being classy. Come on, did our so-called “supervisors” really expect the senior...
Tori, Part I
Tori loved the crack on her table. Not that the table was broken; in fact, she was proud of the cedar wood desk that had lasted throughout her university years. The sheer sight of the drug was enough to set her into an addictive frenzy.
Crack cocaine was Tori’s “thing.” A summer of bad boyfriends and her parents’ recent divorce left the innocent literature student looking...