Down the Shore (Freaky Friday) It was a dark and stormy night, the sky black and barren of stars, or even a whisper slice of moonlight. Nothing to be a beacon of illumination in the darkness. The ocean waves crashing against the jetty from the angry and turbulent sea. All the telltale signs it would…
Author: Victor
The I I Am
A spiritual and philosophical journey The I, I am varying from the you, you are. Opinions and assholes, everyone has one! The I I am is really about me, myself, and I being. A lifetime collective of honed skills and experiences. These captured memories become the evolution of the longer stories. The analysis and reflection…
Everybody Loves Candi
Everybody loves candy; yeah, what a fucking cliché, but seriously everybody loves Candi. What or who is Candi? Every job, school, or office has a Candi; a gal that on the outside appears sugary sweet, very tasty to the eye, hence the cliché “eye candy”. Seriously every office has a corporate whore who will do…
Writers Poison
I enjoyed a good writing session from a very young age. I lug around my notebook and pencil, Ticonderoga #2, of course, to write down thoughts and objects of fascination on my journeys. Sometimes, those expeditions went as expected, and other times, they had completely different takeaways than expected. On the road of life, you…
Are You There God?
Are You There, God? It’s Me, Victor, Contacting You Regarding Margaret So, God, I am not sure if you are still a subscriber to reading my blogs. I am sure you are on board with all the fascinating Web 2.0 social networking media, but whether you have time to read every posting in-depth is a…
No f*cks to give
No f*cks to give No fucks to give … no fucks given! With age and wisdom comes life experiences; love them or hate them is irrelevant, they make you the person you are today. Kind of a shit play on what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. When you are twenty to twenty-five, what…
The Art of Writing
I enjoyed a good writing session from a very young age. Lugging around my notebook and pencil, Ticonderoga #2, of course, to write down thoughts and objects of fascination on my journeys. Sometimes, those expeditions went as expected, and other times, they had different takeaways than expected. On the road of life, you never know…
Moonlight Magic
As the dim moonlight slices the midnight sky Cutting through the double panes of glass Landing on the corner of my parchment and pen Will this be the midnight oil that brings the writing fairies? Or a darker, sinister night of the venomous inscription demons? Will the pen dance and dazzle the…
Vegas – Revisited (Sadistic Saturday)
Vegas – Revisited – Part One They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, and generally, that is a good rule of thumb. Sometimes though a story has to be told and shared; you can’t live with it inside any longer. So I awoke shivering in an ice-filled tub, scarlet red from blood, apparently…
Sunday At the Shore (Saucy Sunday)
Saucy Sunday at the Shore It was just another local’s summer lazy Sunday when she came into my life. One of those Indian summer days where the Bennies had departed, but old man winter was still weeks away. I was taking it all in at Donovan’s Reef back bar in Sea Bright, having a couple…