For The Book!

 Of course, I had only so much time to find the money to keep this room that I had now made so very safe. ---------------------------------------- But before I got the job to get that money. Money that would allow me to keep MY dingy little basement room. (for a while anyway) Before I got that [...]

I’m thinking kinda creepy may just be what works best in this neighborhood though. There are a lot of street punks hanging about and I don’t need any of them thinking they might want to try and break in. -------------------------------------- So, I invited them in for dinner. I'd been walking passed them for a few [...]

I'm sitting on the floor, in the middle of MY room. The dim diffuse glow reflected off an adjacent building, struggles to define MY four walls. High on one of these... the only window from which natural light can enter, is open. Random street sounds from the road beyond MY alley. An unidentifiable thump, a [...]

One might say that the moment we walked into our new apartment in Omaha, the writing was on the wall for our little make-shift family from Norfolk. But a better metaphor would probably be the bloodstain on the floor. Only... it was not a metaphorical bloodstain, it was a very real bloodstain. It was real [...]

Omaha Somewhere in middle America Get right to the heart of matters It's the heart that matters more I think you'd better turn your ticket in And get your money back at the door  ------ Adam Duritz -------------------------------------------------- I've been looking at Google maps and Wikipedia entries. Trying to find the house we moved into once [...]

Fred needed to discredit the idea of staying in Norfolk, and he had to nip the trust I was developing for my new boss in the bud. And nip it quick. ------------------------------------------ I'm really lucky Fred talked me into leaving that job in Norfolk. Yea... thats what I said. Of course Fred had no idea [...]

I wasn't in a blurry haze this time... but it had the same effect. This time I felt like I'd shifted into another dimension or something. It served the same function for Fred (once he'd cajoled me out of my frantic tizzy) anyway. Anyway... my "cool friend" Fred was basically pulling the same con as our former [...]

So… we went to Omaha, after Fred did what he did (I have no proof that he was the one who did it, but I’m now sure it was) and I got thrown for a real loop that day. My newly (almost) stable world, got tossed onto it’s head and I went into a bit [...]

It would happen after Norfolk though. After another of Fred’s lies led to us all moving to Omaha, and well after I’d realized that Fred was lying to me all along about the band. ------------------------------------------ I started suspecting Fred of (at the very least) exaggerating the possibilities that this band of his was a real [...]

Now that I think about it, I doubt Fred thought he'd ever see me again. More than a week had passed since I'd witnessed the way cool Fred Berdine nearly choked to death in the clutches of his former boss. That was the day "The amazing Mr. George Heaton" had talked his way out of that [...]