When Dreams Become Dried Husks

It’s always time for the rodeo now that I’ve firmly accepted the fetal position as a way of life. Because when doubt comes barging in like a mad cocaine pirate I welcome it on board with streamers and balloons. She says that I used to be somebody while the mirror lies in the trash in […]

Crazy Mexican Cocaine Cop Killer

Fresh from leaving the scene with bodies all over the floor staring up at the ceiling fans with glass eyes. They looked exactly how Hector said when he showed me my first: “See, there’s nothing inside of them anymore. You’ve got nothing to fear from a dead man except his kid.” Soon after the slaughter […]

The Dust Of Long Dead Sheep

It’s always time for the rodeo when I’ve accepted the fetal position as a way of life for fear of putting on the clown suit. Doubt comes barging in like a mad cocaine pirate that I welcome on-board with streamers, ribbons and balloons as my dreams vacuously congeal into dried husks so often that I […]

Maria! Maria! Oh, God no…Maria!

We were driving back home on the freeway doing about 180 both drunk killing tall cans by the minute trunk stuffed with crushed empties. Fuck the world is what he said when he picked me up. He had just gotten divorced by some Maria down in Cuba and it was fresh so often throughout the […]