My feet hang between the bars of my brother’s balcony railing. Two kids ride by on their bicycles, laughing about something. I watch them for a minute and then go back to smoking my cigarette. Sweet nicotine. Sweet sweet nicotine. The stars are out. It’s Los Angeles, and the stars are out. Seems funny thatContinue reading “On The Balcony”
Category Archives: Short Stories
Concert
Haven’t had anything to eat. Drinking drinking drinking. Beer wine wine wine wine margarita beer beer shot of whiskey, beer. I see a guy smoking a dab pen and I ask him for a hit. He gives me a hit. I give him ten dollars because I’m drunk and I’m sure he deserves it. IContinue reading “Concert”
Write the Truth
“Inspire me,” I tell her, as she sits down on my lap. “How?” “Take your shirt off,” I say. “Give me a dance.” She laughs and says “ok.” Then she pulls off her top and she starts grinding on my cock. I get hard and she feels it and she grinds on me some more.Continue reading “Write the Truth”
To Do List
Sitting on the balcony of my second floor apartment building, I drag my cigarette and listen to the footsteps of people walking by on the sidewalk beneath me. Tat, tat, tat. Tat, tat, tat. It sounds like it’s two people but I don’t care enough to look and see for sure. I just listen toContinue reading “To Do List”
Youth
Coffee. Coffee. We’re drinking coffee to wake up. And we’re smoking weed to zone out. And we’re dragging cigarettes to balance the two. Then more coffee. More coffee to stay awake, because we get nervous when we’re groggy. But then it’s too much coffee. And we’re jittery, so we smoke more weed. Too much weed.Continue reading “Youth”
Candid
She said that she wanted to take a picture. She was in a good mood. Giggling at nothing. And She kept saying, “Lou! I want to take a picture.” So I said, “ok.” But I didn’t want to smile for Her picture. I was watching the waitresses walk around. Asses pulled up tight in theseContinue reading “Candid”
Drowning
I walked down to the beach this morning, even though I don’t live by the ocean. Or any body of water. I just walked until I heard the sound of waves in my head. The smell of salt in my nose. None of it was real, but it felt good anyways. It felt like IContinue reading “Drowning”
Under the Covers
I pull my body out from under the covers like I’m pulling a blade from my stomach. So hungover. Sharp pains on either side of my head. A weird sloshy feeling in my abdomen. But in this bed I feel safe like I am in a cellar with only one way out, that has aContinue reading “Under the Covers”
Curb
It disturbs me to think about how many nights I sat on this curb after work, smoking a bowl, when I could have been hanging out with my friends instead. It’s like I was determined to be alone. Like I wanted to isolate myself, and get high, rather than high five my friends at thisContinue reading “Curb”
Choices
I was supposed to work tonight, but I didn’t go. Jerry showed up with a thirty rack and some blow. He told me that we had to get fucked up, and that I had my whole life to work. I said “ok.” And then we each did a couple of lines and shotgunned a coupleContinue reading “Choices”
