The next thing on my to-do list for that day, other than obsessing about Ziggy or my career, was tell Claire about the rental. Now, she knew I was looking at the listings; she had looked through them with me. And she had known I was going to look at a place. Obviously I was […]
The rental had been described in the advertisement as a bungalow. It was an apt description for a small, symmetrical building that was bigger than a cabin but smaller than a house-house. One open space encompassed kitchen, dining room, and living room and there were two bedrooms, a cracked concrete back patio, and a car […]
(Saturday post! Enjoy, and thank you for the contributions to the Tip Jar! -ctan) — I sometimes wonder how much research goes into what phones sound like. Remember back when phone equipment was all made by Ma Bell? Phones used to be something you had to get installed by the phone company. They were expensive […]
Someone banging on the door very hard woke me up. I wondered if the motel was on fire. Someone was calling my name, too. I was groggy and wondered what time it was. I sat up and then I could hear two voices. The fainter one was Claire. The other one was a man’s voice. […]
(Two bits of news hit today regarding DGC, one good, one not so good. I posted details in a public post at Patreon https://www.patreon.com/posts/bam-biz-strikes-23101115 ! -ctan) — I had left Claire’s door with the lock thrown so I could let myself back in. She had heated up a pot of water using the in-room coffee […]
Life doesn’t often give you a situation that is a clear fork in the road. This or that. Left or right. As Ziggy would say, no false dichotomies, please. But I really did appear to have two paths I could take if I didn’t want to drive myself slowly insane, alone in my hotel room.
(A quick note: order any T-shirt or omnibus book before December 1st and I’ll include a DGC notebook with the order, free! *AND* did I forget to mention that swag sales count toward bonus posts? Yup. Buy a shirt for $20, and $20 goes into the tip jar automatically! Check out the swag post for […]
Ziggy called me back sometime around one in the morning. Or maybe it was two. It felt late, anyway. I was lying awake doing the not-sleeping thing. I wasn’t even fretting about anything specific. I was just lying there spinning my wheels.
Sarah called me, drunk, after Jordan’s memorial, from somewhere quite loud. A night club, probably. “Why aren’t you here?” she shouted/cried.
(As promised, I’ve taken inventory of the T-shirts remaining, by the way. See the swag post. Every order before December 1st will get a bonus red DGC notebook! -ctan) — The night clerk’s name was Ricky, by the way, and he was still in high school, but he only did a half day and then […]