"She went out in the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the walls was the same as the graffiti scrawled outside by taggers who were arrested or killed for it, went to parties in hotel rooms where white-skinned, lingerie-clad rock stars had been staying the night ( Read more... )

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The photograph is old and slightly worn around the edges.  The back is completely covered with aged pieces of tape, yellowed and dry.  Remnants of tacky blue sticky stuff cling to their respectful spots of four corners, not very sticky nor tacky after all of these years.  This photograph, like many of it's kind is a causality of the times, the ( Read more... )

I was fifteen years old when I had my heart broken for the first time.  It was my first real relationship and subsequently my first real heartache.  I was young and gullible, believing every word that escaped from the lips of the older boy.  Every promise that he made, I took to heart, every kiss that he gave, I savored.  I reveled in every moment ( Read more... )

Girl meets boy.  Girl and boy get to talking.  Girl flirts with boy.  Boy reciprocates girls flirting.  Girl thinks that this is something that she could get used to.  Boy invites girl to exotic country after only knowing her for a few days.  Girl thinks that the idea is crazy as all get up, but reminds herself that this was the year that she ( Read more... )

There aren't too many memories from my childhood that I remember vividly.  There are a select few that even though vague, I can slightly recollect the gist of an event or situation or something that happened, but there aren't many where I can recall every detail.  Out of the few memories that I have that are extremely strong, one of them consists ( Read more... )