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Stories of the Father.
'The Time He Almost Fucked His Sister'There was something familiar about her face. Something familiar in the way she tossed her long brown hair back and smiled. I couldn't quite place it. She was an out of town biker bitch, and I was an in town biker.
"Wow. You just don't give a fuck do you?"
She said, wrapping her arms around the sides of my ( Read more... ) -
I almost forgot.
Things have a way of working out for me. -
I'm still glad to be a Ted.
I can't believe things are working out. Finally. Got the SRP bill paid. Cox bill got taken care of. Gotta get my phone turned back on and then I'm golden!
If I meet one more empty headed girl I'm going to scream. I just want someone with some substance. Something to say, something to teach me. I'm sick of running into the same cookie-cutter girls ( Read more... ) -
Raining in My Heart
That second day was a blur. I barely remember anything. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and ten o'clock was there before I knew it. I ran as fast as I could to the bus stop. Nope. There it went. Goddamnit. It was a three mile walk home when I missed the last bus. Which I would do quite frequently. On those long walks home I got to know the blues pretty ( Read more... ) -
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I've posting my writing online and today I got this response from someone:
"You've got your own style. It's irreverent and modern, realistic. The pace of the story was good. The underlying music theme was interesting and gave this some depth. And the day-in-the-life scenario made me want to turn the page and start the next chapter.
There are ( Read more... ) -
Writings of a Young Old Man.
I had just been fired twenty-four hours earlier and here I sat with orientation papers for a brand new job. Being well prepared for the canning, I had already looked this place up. Sundown Palms, a pretty gloomy name for nursing home I thought. But of course these days it was called an ‘assisted living facility’. Not a nursing home though, ( Read more... ) -
I know, no one cares but...
I started a new blog for my writing:sweetdannyv.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-young-man-first-few-pages.html
Abbie and I are going to try living separately. Hopefully it relieves some of the stress that we've been feeling. Who knows? We'll see.
Matt W. Booze and I are going to be room mates once again.
Danny V. -
Excuses are like assholes, everyone's got one and they all stink.
I've been invited to read at a Poetry thing this upcoming Wednesday. I'm going to do it. And why not? It'd do me good to get out there and 'express' myself for once in a great long while. Right? I'm not sure what I'm going to read yet. I thought of writing something new, but I'll probably just read something I wrote a long time ago.
It's amazing to ( Read more... ) -
Enlightenment:
The world is full of suffering. Birth is suffering, old age is suffering, sickness and death are sufferings. To meet a man whom one hates is suffering, to be separated from a beloved one is suffering, to be vainly struggling to satisfy one’s needs is suffering. In fact, life that is not free from desire and passion is always involved with ( Read more... ) -
The days go on and on, they don't end.
I haven't slept a more than 5 hours a night in the past 4 days.
Every night I dream of something terrible happening to me and/or my friends. I found Monty bleeding to death in a swimming pool, Billy went missing, I killed someone and then had to cover it up.
But then last night I had a re occurring dream. I've never had one before. Like a film clip ( Read more... )