(Thanks to the generous donations of readers this week, here is a Saturday story post! -ctan) It’s not like I didn’t know we had issues. Me and Ziggy had massive issues. It’s not like we were using sex to cover them over or ignore them. But I think if we were in unspoken agreement on […]
I didn’t get much done while waiting for Ziggy to call me back. I couldn’t concentrate enough to work, didn’t really feel like I could eat. Television failed to hold my interest. Remo had a bunch of books on a shelf but I couldn’t bring myself to start one. Starting a book is like striking […]
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I went walking then to clear my head and to make sure I made it there on time. If I missed my rendezvous with him who knew what chaos would ensue? I know I predict disaster more easily than most people, but this time I could really imagine another week would go by without seeing […]
I’ll tell you about seeing Matthew later. Telling you about Ziggy is more urgent.
I drunk paged him from Sarah’s in the wee hours of the morning. She was asleep on the couch, looking like something from a Renaissance painting, hair flung everywhere and her arm over her eyes. When the phone rang a little while later she barely stirred. I answered it in her bedroom. “Hey.”
“The problem with writing songs with you,” Sarah said in the morning, when I had put the guitar away and she had put some waffles in the toaster, but we hadn’t yet slept, “is that you write these things that sound so great with the guitar riffs and then when you’re gone it sounds kind […]
So, what do you do when your lover-singer-creative-partner-relationship-person-you-can’t-live-without is three thousand miles away? If you’re me, all you do is suffer a lot in silence. If you’re Ziggy, you get a pager.
I still think it’s weird how my entire outlook on life changes for the better when I’m having enough sex. More to the point: how it changes–for the worse–when I’m NOT having enough sex. Ziggy left on a business trip to Los Angeles a week later. Before he left we played around with Bart and […]
I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee. I pulled on a pair of jeans. They were on the floor with a couple of other pairs and Ziggy and I are about the same size but I’m pretty sure they were mine. Out in the living room he was perched on the […]