His undaunted gaze upon the inevitable led him further down the path from the mountain. He had within him a willingness to trade all that he held dear in sacrifice for the betterment of those he loved. Alone in his trek, both physically and in thought, he continued through the roaring thunderheads that sought to hinder his mission. There was ( Read more... )

The Toybox. Once, it was a beaming metropolis in its heyday of childhood wonder. Anybody who was anybody had a hard time getting a table. Yes, it was VIP all the way. Excellent service, great food, and an experience one would relish to this day. That, unfortunately, was during the aforementioned, “Heydays ( Read more... )

Long before my friend Kenneth’s dad ran off with some stripper named meringue, he would take us camping in the hills behind our neighborhood. He would beguile us with a story or two every once in a while. Most of his yarns were spun pretty thick, if you know what I mean, but I guess it’s hard to be entirely convincing after a flask of scotch and ( Read more... )

It Continues…(If you’re scratching your head as to “What continues?”, read “No Comment” in my journal. Then you’ll be up to speed. Anyway ( Read more... )

I have had several memorable birthdays in my existence. I’ve had surprise parties, skating parties, swimming parties, keg parties, you get the picture. With all of these, someone else’s birthday sticks out rather prominently in my memory banks more than most of mine do. Odd you may think, but reasonably so for one reason…Salty the Clown ( Read more... )

When I think of the blue hour, I’m reminded mostly of my long ventures home after a party. I didn’t have a car (not like I should’ve been driving one anyways) and if I had no ride, I’d just walk home. Didn’t matter how far away I was, I’d just start hoofin-it til I got to my bed. Always did, too. May be daybreak by the time I arrived (often was ( Read more... )

I believe all young boys, possibly girls too (I wouldn’t know, I don’t believe I ever was one) have a couple specific categories of people in their childhood lives that burn a brand in the brain and leave a mark for their adult-self to ponder upon and, at the very least, spin an interesting anecdote about over a pint. One that I’ve found constant ( Read more... )

Chip’s nerves jittered his thighs while his foot tapped in rapid fashions that shook the aluminium bench. His knuckles white as they gripped his favorite hockey stick. He nicknamed it, “Black Bauer”, one: because it was black and that was the brand, but two: He really enjoyed the show “24”. Either way, it served as a security blanket of sorts, ( Read more... )

The “SPLOOSH” of the icy water broke his slumber into pieces and his glazed eyes widened instantaneously. As he adjusted and regained focus, he looked around at the dark, solid bricks that enveloped him. The brightest of lights most unpleasingly shone into his face, disturbing any chance of calm. A newly-shattered reverie was fresh in his mind, ( Read more... )

“THOCK…THOCK…THOCK…THOCK.” The sound of her new high-heeled shoes began to bounce from wall to wall, gaining in resonance as she descended the green-tiled stairwell. It was reminiscent of the clicking of one’s tongue on the roof of their mouth (if one was in a cavern). The sound bellowed through the tunnels the closer she came to the Metro ( Read more... )