(Another short one from the ’97 vault. I was living in Lawrence at this time. Lots of fun. Lots of drunken writing also. This one is tolerable amidst piles of garbage I have sifted through tonight.)   Fear — so strange. Society instills… Society accepts… Fear.   Which is worse: Death or Fear of Death?Continue reading “4-12-97”

“Clock Work” (excerpt)

He wasn’t the healthiest guy in the world. Every morning, he had trouble functioning unless he had a Camel Light with his coffee and a Bloody Mary to follow; he considered the Bloody Mary his breakfast since it was made with V-8. Cold sores. That was it. I guess I had forgotten how painful thoseContinue reading ““Clock Work” (excerpt)”