The Daily Brian!
And so it goes... Goodness only knows The bag, the boil, the big fat foil. Nothing left of those... To start anew... Shared with but a few In love, in life, in all my strife. [...]
It was like that the entire first week on this job, for all of us scabs. The smell of that dusty, toxic mess stayed with us long after we got back to the motel room. [...]
Well… it wasn’t exactly Topeka. That’s just where I was told we were going when I asked. “Some God-forsaken hellhole by Topeka.” I had no idea what he was talking about. “What’s so hellhole-ish about [...]
A Long Way from HomeOn the side of the freeway. State highway seventy-two. Well south of I-80. South Omaha. Near the stockyards. I’m on my way home. Heh… home? Am I calling my dingy little [...]
Chapter Five Scab Unskilled Omaha After paying rent and the several days of my (perhaps a bit unwise) street punk feeding program, what was left of the two hundred bucks I’d gotten from Fred was [...]
Here I stand Before the stone Not in fear Not alone Journey's end Not fore to see Live in light Live in me Brave the band The Devil's due Sent in silence Sent in you [...]