I sob silently, on the edge of Forrester's Bridge, as I stand over the rapidly rushing river. My life has become so bad that this was the only alternative I could see. I was so weighed down that my heart squeezed painfully in my chest every few minutes. The jagged rocks gleam a sickly greenish color in the light of the full moon. I realize that when I jump...
Pete was due to do a Gig in Frisco but he got the dates wrong, it was not booked until the following month, so with no cash to travel he went for the hitchhike once more, like he did when he came down, he needed to get back home to New York. By coincidence; holding his hand out on the highway this big guy in a big truck to match hooted him and came to a ski...
Chapter 4: New York The headquarters of our company are in New York City, and every September the accounting directors of all the subsidiaries and international operations meet for a week-long conference that would bore most people into a coma, but which we eagerly anticipate, and not only because of the venue. Hell, even the guys based in New York look for...
This story is told from Brandon's perspective. I know the timeline seems really messy and incoherent. But I think that is the way our mind works, no? It is never linear, as much as we will it to. The nature of our emotions imply that much of it is irrational and fragmented. That said, I still thank everyone for their comments as I continue with this story of...
Chapter 5: Home I sit on the side of the pool, my legs dangling over the side into the water, watching Alex swim laps. My nephew is sixteen this year, and in two weeks he'll be starting his last year of high school. He has his father's blond coloring and stocky body, and his mom's sweet disposition. I love hearing from my sister how popular he is in school;...
The hostel is smaller than what it looked like online – just one single building in what looks like a suburban part of the town. You're lucky that the town is small enough that nowhere is particularly far from the centre. You sigh, but remember that it was the only hostel with free space you could find on such short notice. At least you can console yourself...
It had been an early start for Mike and Steve to make it to the station for the train to Moscow, but they'd made it. They were in Russia for the confederations cup football, and had been to watch a match in the stadium at Kazan the night before. As part of the tickets, they were entitled to travel on the free trains the Russian government had put on to help...
I had just arrived to the property. It was a beautiful Tudor style home in northern Massachusetts. It was secluded, sitting on acres of land. I had experience with homes of this size and value, as I have been a top producing real estate agent for many years now. I walked to the front door and proceeded to ring the bell. A moment later, the sound of the doo...
Three months removed now from family and friends, I often contemplate what I gave up to move 3,000 miles from home all in the name of a career opportunity. Among other things, I miss playing tennis twice/week, with the same guys. I looked into a couple clubs out here, but none of them offered anything remotely close to what I was used to. None of my coworker...
"I could die on an airplane that small." "So that's why I find you at the airport bar," I said and then laughed. "I suppose we all need a good excuse to get liquored up, Gary. The running joke of you being afraid of flying is as good as any to start drinking this early in the day." I had stumbled on Gary Meltzer in the Coaches' Corner bar in Atlanta's Hatf...