Opening night. The play had been denounced in letters to the editor, a TV news segment had run the night before, and a handful of protestors toted signs up and down the sidewalk. That was just what a college with a zero publicity budget needed. The house was almost full. It went without a hitch. Everyone's performance was sharp, tech missed not a single cu...
I had just turned 18 years old, and it was turning out to be one of the worse years of my life. In the middle of the summer I had been riding quads with my best buddy, Jim. We were going fast, too fast, and I hit a large hole. You get the picture. I flipped the stupid thing and got flung off. I broke my right arm and collar bone, and I busted one knee and...
The phone has been ringing off the hook for the last week. "Historic costumes," I paused and waited for the inevitable question given it was October. "Yes, ma'am, we do rent for Halloween. No, we only carry costumes from pre-nineteen hundred." I rolled my eyes at the Hanna Montana as a slut request. "Yes, we have several pirate costumes in stock." Holding...
All was at peace until, the kingdom of Turionia having been obliterated for all time by the heavy hand of the Duke of Gano, Guy and his forces, including Guido—and my channel still twitches at the thought of him—Guido returned to court in Lefkosea. In Guy, Blanche, to her credit, saw a much more formidable and evil opponent than she had seen in Rene. The ga...
I often did things backwards in life. The old Hollywood adage goes that many a starlet—and we can add many a leading man, now that the cat is out of the closet on that—got their film career break by the audition they did on the director's or producer's couch. In my case, however, I got the part before the director had me taking direction under him on his cou...
This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...
Hospitals are supposed to be fuckin’ boring, but not the one I went to! I got stuff-all rest when I was there, not that I mind. I hate being stuck in a bed and being helped to the fuckin’ toilet every time I want to take a slash. When the ambulance first took me there it was like a fuckin’ circus, only no one was clowning around. The cops were crawling all...
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* Jeff * By the time I made it home after retrieving my car from Mom's garage, I must have already been half asleep. The shadowy, nearly-deserted streets rolled by like a dreamscape, broken by occasional startling white flashes when my headlights picked out drifts of snow amid the darkness. It seemed surreal, like something out of a film noir, or possibly s...
It took every ounce of willpower Aaron had to not jump right on top of Gus and ravage him immediately. He'd done that Thursday, after all, in a Bass Pro fitting room, of all places, and was still carrying some regret over giving in to his desire that evening, even though he enjoyed it immensely. Aaron, quietly walked outside, grabbed a beer from his truck,...