http://www.writerscafe.org/Cobraclutch The original writings of author Judas Hammer en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1369005559 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 page 61..... I hope it keeps your attention. The body is going to take the turn from this point.... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1174882/ After the tension started it got worst with the Brit and the script. I soon left the confines of the Riveria and explored Bixby Park and world of it's own.... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1169581/ From Job corps to The Crazy Brits screenplays to now exploring the straight seen on fourth street...... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1165155/ I moved from third street to the Villa Rivera a historical Long Beach landmark. From the front seat of my car a condo in a building for the rich. I saw my life changing...... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1161796/ Have you seen him? http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1158459/ I got the word. The Doc gave me 30 days to leave. It was about to hit the streets again. Only the Brit can save me. The Brit!!! http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1157060/ I has always wanted to see Broadway and check out the night life which was hanging at my finger tips. I took the Doc and we went on a mini bar crawl and good time before the end... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1153030/ I once tried Salvia. It was so horrible I did a short animated film about the experience. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1150740/ The Doc and I were on Rocky ground. I need a job so I hit the bars to be hired as a bartender. I also was reunited with the Insane Brit singer. I had scratch the surface of The Gay Ghetto. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1147396/ The Busways in Van Nuys were my escape from myself http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1147231/ My first Earthquake---- Ah no big deal http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1147228/ Sometime I just show my teeth but I'm not smiling.... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1147227/ How Low can I go.......... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1147226/ Don't believe you eyes. So simple but so true. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1147223/ Sometimes the person you know is only the spokes person. The real person will have you sleeping with one eye open http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1145699/ Eye candy........ http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1144171/ I have meet many characters in the Harbor city. There were two that were intrigued me. Their connection to one another: the Sea http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1143770/ I left the valley and moved in with my girlfriend at that time on the edge of the Gay Ghetto......... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1143766/ Leaving Burbank on a midnight run after losing a fight to the Devil....... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1142560/ Living in the Gay Ghetto of long beach California with its many adventures and characters http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1142559/ I once had a Saint live in my car. Then I had to evict him http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1135483/ Sometimes two men must hash things out......with their hands.... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1127567/ Sometimes you should not meet your idols. Better yet you should not have them.... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1121395/ I was 20 years old when I just on stage for the first time to start my Stand up comedy career. This was the build up to the first day..... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1117523/ Some times I vent. I saw something and just could not shake it......This is the only way I could get it out. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1115111/ I thought being on a Porn set would be the coolest thing. I guess cool is all in the eye of the beholder.... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1114161/ The LA club scene can be hostile..........You have to get in by any means!!!!! This will be the last story I post from this series. They will be in my new book California Exsanguination....... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1077806/ one night a gang and drug infested motel on 9th street in San Pedro..... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1050970/ In the Land in and around Hollyweird sometimes we sell our soul. Even a little piece is too valuable to lose. This is the tale of an event I Mc. Please excuse typos and grammar I ight have missed. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1050195/ Sometimes life is Death and Death is a new journey. To watch a person in their last days can give a dying spirit a second chance http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1049633/ The LA club scene can be hostile..........You have to get in by any means!!!!! http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1048903/ The story of a homeless man I befriended. It felt like I was watching myself in a Bazar world. The end is disturbing and might anger some......but it's real http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1048880/ I shot a scene from my short film Cerebral Static (you can find it on Youtube) and after the shoot, some strange things happened and I found an odd place filled with lewd acts http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1047936/ Working the corner at a boxing match opened up my world.......... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1047932/ Baking and the LAPD do not mix on a late weekday evening http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1046737/ I made my own St Paddy's day bar crawls through the Barrio. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1046735/ Another Saturday night. Mary Jane and Pitbulls don't mix http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1046732/ A boring Saturday night. No money. No Juice. But Plenty of booze and spare time. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1045437/ This is a New story called the Green Sofa about one of my first pieces of furniture when I moved to California http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1038007/ Weird things happen in the San Fernando Valley http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1024812/ Got some bad new the other day--- http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/1001532/ Sometimes what you love will Kill you. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/989248/ I met this man in San Pedro. In a Burger Shop http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/986500/ Growing up in my small river town, there were two brothers that rode around on two bikes... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/974205/ I used to write my friend every week when he was in Prison. I was going through my own Personal hell as well. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/974191/ Fourth Street Long Beach----a couple days ago http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/946110/ Another older poem. I used to take long walks down dark streets. I would write about what I saw. Sometimes, most times it was not pretty- http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/943636/ When the novelty of LA wore off. LA is a big city don't let TV fool you. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/928555/ Since I moved to LA everyone one believes in something new. I once argued with a filmmaker who said there was no God, he believed in energy. This is for all the people believing in everything-- http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/928538/ This is the Atlantic City I knew as a young man http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cobraclutch/904698/