Sporadically Brian

The first thing the room needed was to be dark ---------------------------------------------- Blankets on all the windows were indeed making the pot smoking room quite dark, but Mark was not satisfied. Oh it was tolerable when [...]

Mark and I descend the third floor stairs and emerge from my room, looking around. There's almost no one in the apartment. To the right, Melvin's door is closed with that "Do NOT even think [...]

Mark dumps the last of what had been a quarter bag, onto the cleaning tray and starts chopping up the lumpy shake into a finer consistency. Fine enough for all the "oneies" we need to [...]

December 1977. Christmas break for those high school graduates who'd gone off to college. Those like our friend Mark. Yup, it was the end of the fall semester. But... nope, Mark would not be returning [...]

The moment I cross the intersection, where north Broadway turns into highway 63, I shift down to third and gun it. The Fiat's hot little motor is made for this. It whirrs with delight as [...]