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…
Read moreSunday 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…
Read moreDown the Shore (Freaky Friday)
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…
Read moreEscapades in the Escalade (Thirsty Thursday)
It began just like my stereotypical Thursday evening. Brews and bongs … hanging with the guys … getting a little dinner sustenance into the belly before hitting the streets for Thirsty Thursday … the best night out on the social single scene without the hassle of all the coupled folks that head out Friday thru…
Read moreThe Red Velvet Panties and Silver Revolver (Wicked Wednesday)
It was just another Wednesday … well that was the feeling anyway; another Wednesday evening wasting away in the suds of “Wicked Wednesday” at the upstairs lounge at Reds. Perhaps the taps were flowing a little too heavy a little too early as I settled into the leather sofas that I’ve come to know as…
Read moreStays in Vegas (Turbulent Tuesday)
As she lay there lifeless with blood dripping from her nose and corner of her mouth, the severity of the situation was slowly becoming apparent. Maybe the six-hour drug and alcohol-fueled animal sexcapade had gotten out of control. As I lay naked on the cold marble floor unable to escape the locked brain that was…
Read moreI am NOT a Good Person (Manic Monday)
“I am not a good person. A good person is someone who doesn’t cause harm to other people.” .:. A good person would have grasped that there are certain boundary lines that just should not be crossed, but I never said I have a decent moral compass, or that I was cut from a nice…
Read moreMs. Peacock in the Library
Ms. Peacock in the Library with the Candlestick When I first arrived at the library, I realized it had been numerous years since walking the Wal-Mart warehouse stacked aisles of literature and writings. Secondly, my library card from 15 years ago was most likely no longer valid. After proving my identity with 3 forms of ID, and…
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