"When the chips are down, what can you do but dig a little deeper into the dumpster?" - Albert Robeson I guess you could say it was like any other story of two people searching for warmth in the cold night, except perhaps for the fact that Albert and Marianne found themselves sharing the same cardboard box in a dark alley off of Seventy-Third Street. Yeah,...
Carly couldn't believe what she had just done, chest burning as she stopped next to the dumpster in the dead end alley, clutching the magazine in her hands. If this didn't work, if he didn't take this they way she wanted, she could get into a lot of trouble. But she couldn't think of anything else. She tried everything else. "What do you think you're doing...
It was late and I was sort of tired, I had bin driving around for about an hour after dropping my friends off. I was burning some time until my friend’s sister, Kristen, was done baby-sitting. I'm not sure why she wanted me to pick her up, but for some reason she did. I was friends with her older brother and we always teased her about how slutty she dressed....
With his one hand on my waist, he used his other hand on my shoulder to turn my body and press my back against the cold steel of the dumpster. Newspapers still clutched in my arms, I looked into his eyes, bewildered and excited by what was happening. It was rare that people took me by surprise, but I was coming to learn that he had a knack for surprising me....
I know that there are many of these story lines running open-ended at the moment. Be patient, because I am now sure all of these stories happen in the same universe, many at the same time. I fully expect my characters to cross from story to story in the future. I loved writing this fatass cum dumpster just as much as my soulless secretary, and I hope you...
The door opened a crack. Maria peered outside in both directions before addressing the three of us. "Top of the stairs, make a left, open door. Go in and shut the door. Go!" The three of us tiptoed quickly through the kitchen, down the hall to the stairs, passing the closed doors along the way. I led the charge, dancing lightly up the stairs and making a be...
James wasn't crazy about his job, but the whole time he was washing dishes in that downtown diner he was beaming. His first encounter with the enigmatic, legendary Chloe had left him weak in the knees and with a tenacious grin. He still couldn't wrap his head around his experience in that alley being more than just a dream. He was a gangly, toe-headed chap,...
The alleyway between two brick buildings was unremarkable, hidden behind a torn-open section of chain-link fence. Some litter had slipped out of the rusty green dumpster pushed against a wall, and there was barely enough space to get a compact car past it, though it dead-ended into another wall. As the sun set, though, and darkness crept across the city, th...
ALEXANDER I came to San Francisco about six years ago from a small town in Iowa. It was a real change of pace from the boring quiet town I lived in, to the big city life I'm now accustomed to. I've been working at one of this town's busiest restaurant for about three years and I've met some of the most extraordinary people. The women here are really beaut...
When I walked in the bar was loud already. Not that it was getting late, or that this was such a hot spot, just a well known local dive. That's the way I liked it. So I found the one empty seat at the bar, ordered a Heff, and began the most wonderful ritual in the world... waiting. You can never really be sure about blind dates. There's just so much that...