“Do you remember when we used to look forward to summer days like these, Barnaby?”
Elsie and I, out on our regular saunter, have popped into a local coffee shop to escape the sweltering heat and suck up an iced beverage as well as the air-conditioning. It’s hot. 
Hot and humid. Mind-altering sticky, muggy. Tropical. Continue reading
[Neoplatonism & Ford-250s in our 3rd installment. Just new here? Catch up with part i & part ii]
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Sarge picks me up in his F-250 from the bus stop I’m standing at after the session, “DUI,” I tell him as some sort of embarrassed explanation. “I didn’t even have that much to drink.” He shrugs and wonders why I didn’t Uber. I’ve had issues with Uber, frankly, and the attitude of some of their drivers. Continue reading
[Another Monday. Another fiction post. The next installment of Hate Inc. Part i here.]
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“What do they mean we can’t say ‘N——’?”
Trew, one of my new classmates – no, ‘apprentice’. We’re learning a trade at The Cleft— was railing about the proscription against the use of the word, his favourite word, if you go by the number of times he drops it. That, and any variation of ‘fuck’. Fuck, fucking, fucker, fucked, we’re fucked. Continue reading