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Submitted to Contest #207
Mom threw me out of the house this morning. Or did she? It wouldn’t be unique if she had and, technically, it is her turn as, last time, I beat her to the ‘off’ switch. In either case, this time, instead of the usual orgasmic ripples of triumphant liberation associated with being freed from The Monster that’s trying to kill me, I’m hating her. True, my hate for her is ongoing, but as the bright, perfect sun burns the chill off our Bay Area, this new day’s hate is a spectacularly blinding paparazzi assault of echoing scre...
Submitted to Contest #205
Unlike Adam and Eve, we left the paradise. Not a Biblical eviction, but because we couldn’t make a living. Wife Sherrie and I moved to Kauai to open a school of metaphysical instruction: classes in meditation, healing and clairvoyant development. And we were a big hit: Lots of students, always busy, plenty of cash. But after two years, we’d pretty much healed and deep-breathed our way through the entire population of 30,000 and things cooled off. We decided to leave, though weren’t quite ready to jump fully back into the ...
Submitted to Contest #89
C/W: substance abuse “Showtime!” When I was 19, I fell off a cliff over 200 feet high. People fall off 9 foot ladders and die, yet I, obviously, lived. Contributing to my fall to Earth: a months-long addiction to barbiturates - Nembutal (“I’m comin’, Norma Jean!”), Seconal and Tuinal. My death-defying high dive was made possible through the generosity of an insatiable acquaintance employed inside a pharmaceutical warehouse in the San Francisco Bay Area. Before cameras, bag-checks and global distrust, she casually stuf...
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