“It’d be great if it had a piano.” Carynne looked up from the piece of paper on her desk she had been taking notes on. “Why?” “I’ve heard it’s good for hand injury rehab,” I said. I was lying and I had no idea why. I guess because I didn’t want to have to try […]
Back at the apartment, as I walked in, Ziggy made a show of checking me over, like he was looking for deer ticks on my clothes. “What?” “Can’t believe Priss left you in one piece.” He had a mug of tea in one hand, the paper tag from the bag hanging over the edge.
I was not healthy yet when I went to see Priss for the first time after our return to the city. You might’ve thought I would put off seeing her as long as possible. After all, I had an exhausting slew of doctors and therapists for both body and mind that I had to see […]
(Here it is folks. The first chapter of book twelve, starting the final arc of Daron’s Guitar Chronicles. -ctan) — Which do you think was harder, facing my vocal coach after almost two months on the road wrecking my throat, or facing my friends and co-workers after having spent all night and part of a […]
Ziggy Ferias, the love of my life, the man I couldn’t live without, fidgeted for a moment with the laces of his high tops and then he let me have it. The truth. “You know I’m terrible at being direct sometimes. Sometimes it’s because feeling my way through things that could have multiple directions is […]
Ziggy was somewhat dressed down. He was wearing a plain denim jacket over a baby blue tank top and artfully distressed jeans. I couldn’t really make out his face what with him backlit by the sun, which meant he was wearing very little or no eyeliner.
Let’s face it. If we’re going to blame anyone, we should blame my parents—two people who each lived in their own reality while constantly undermining the realities of the people around them. When I was growing up they made me constantly second-guess myself and my right to exist, and made me question the motivations of […]
(Okay, you know I’ve reverted to a really messed up state of mind when I get the posts out of order. *THIS* is the post that should have been posted today, and the post you may have seen before, “Destroyer” was for Thursday. Well, you got a sneak peek of how jumbled my mind was! […]
I think it was after I fell asleep during drum rehearsal that me and Flip and Carynne re-evaluated our strategy for the remaining scant Vitamin F supply we had. I seem to recall being in a van when we had this conversation. It’s difficult for me to remember certain details, for the obvious reason my […]
I’m not going to lie. Cyclobenzaprine withdrawal sucked. And from what I hear, for me it sucked particularly. By nightfall every muscle in my body hurt. Have you ever had one of those laughing fits where you laugh so hard and so long that your ribs and stomach hurt like hell? Now imagine that without […]