Leaning a little further back in my chair than OSHA would have preferred, I squeezed a couple of quick drops of Visine into my eyes, then resumed watching the huge bank of flat panel monitors mounted on the wall in front of me. Okay, in front of us, that is-- as right now, I was engaging in probably my least favorite part of being the owner of a ( Read more... )

It's not a wise idea to wake up in the industrial blocks of downtown L.A. wearing nothing but a pair of lycra bike shorts and looking like you've just gone twelve rounds with a very hungry Mike Tyson. But, since I didn't have much of a choice in the matter, that's exactly where and how I ended up after the fight ( Read more... )

Maybe it was the fact that I'd lived in Southern California for so long that even in the middle of the L.A., the air outside was still 'fresh' air. Maybe it was that the wolf inside me just preferred to be outdoors where it could at least hope and dream of being free to run and hunt. Maybe it was because it was one of the few damn places in this ( Read more... )

-San Francisco, Chinatown, present day ( Read more... )

The plan was to just keep wandering around the hotel, waiting for some kind of sign to tell me what to do about my royally weird life... or for the other shoe to drop, whichever came first. Unfortunately, with this truth spell thing in play, it seemed like most people weren't in much of a mood to socialize, so there weren't too many places left ( Read more... )

The only problem with having to hold the scraps of cloth against me was that I couldn't put an arm around Lizzie. Half of me wanted to do it just to have my arm around her, the other half was feeling just terrible. I'd never been in a fight like that, ever, so I guess that was why I was so damn tired ( Read more... )

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