Mer Rouge (Part 25)
Sirens wailed. Smoke from the burning barbershop towered into the sky. The priest looked to the other side of the road and saw another column of black smolder rising above the buildings. He bolted in its direction. A block and a half away, he found his beige Chrysler set ablaze. With sirens ringing nearer, the…
Do the right thing
I’m a simple man. I ain’t in this racket for fame and fortune. It’s all for the love of the game. So I don’t require much. Except $10,000 owed in back taxes to the IRS and various creditors in and around the Cayman Islands. Now I know I’ve said that I don’t give a shit…
Mer Rouge (Part 24)
The priest put his ear to the frail wood panel wall and focused. After one of the brothers spoke, a muffled voice responded. “Who the fuck are you guys?”. Given the clarity of the brother’s voice, it indicated that they were facing the back wall the priest hid behind. The exchange continued. “We’re looking for…
First Light
Things are at a fever pitch within the James Bond universe. B-heads are in a tizzy. For the first time in a long time, a new Bond video game is coming out, First Light, with the title song by Lana Del Rey. Additionally, we inch closer to production of the Denis Villeneuve-directed installment. And until…
Mer Rouge (Part 23)
On the city outskirts, where the cliffs drop sharply, the motorbike pulled off into a gravel pit where a shanty ice cream shack overlooked the mighty Mississippi. The brothers dismounted the bike and joined the gaggle of denizens standing in line for a tasty summer treat. When their turn arrived, the server sporting a white…
Tax day II: it happened AGAIN?!
So am I against my tax dollars being used to fund Ice and various military aggressions in the Middle East? Yeah yeah yeah. I’m against that shit too. But really pisses me off is that my tax dollars go to Florida. You know, that piss pit that hangs off the continental US? If my money…
Tax day
I slipped into a slight depression after filing my taxes because, for the 83rd year in a row, I learned I will be paying in. I thought I had Uncle Sam this time. I thought I had him bent over a barrel and I was gonna slap his butt cheeks blood red. Yet that wily…
Mer Rouge (Part 23)
The screeching cicadas pierced through the cold silence as the sweat built up on the deputy’s neck. Not a peep was uttered by the suspicious duo. Not even a slight movement. They sat there hard and still like marble statues. The deputy stepped toward the grass and spat out the last remaining hulls between his…
Mer Rouge (Part 22)
The putrid and rank possum’s corpse laid on the southbound lane headed into Vicksburg. For three days it festered under the sweltering August heat, with red guts spattered on both sides of the road before spoiling and flattening into a pancake with a few scant shit flies picking at its remains. On the northbound side,…
Mer Rouge (Part 21)
Oren lifted his head back as the smoke of freshly lit tobacco filled his eyes. He squinted a tad as he glared at the priest. He exhaled. Then he waved away the smoke. “I’ve heard the name before,” he told the priest.. The priest nodded. “You should have. He was a famous conquistador.” Oren smirked,…
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