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The title sums it up, really. Acid, paranoia, and the police. It's a lovely mix. Especially when you're in your twenties and borderline homeless.
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A short tale of working in the adult entertainment industry.
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The adventures in pizza delivery in a college town. Okay, it's Berkeley. And I did it for seven years. My hope for humanity was destroyed. Up the ..
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The flies keep landing on my hand. They're drawn there by the blood that drips off of it, refusing to congeal. They itch. I shake them off and resum..
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I called Vinny back first. "What do you mean, where's your wife?" He yelled into the phone, "You scumbags carted her off four hours ago and she's s..
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We arrived at Angel's house around 8:30 at night. Angela answered the door, Angel being asleep on the sofa. "Did you need me to wake him?" she aske..
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"What time is it?" asked Bekka. "Just about midnight," I replied. "Seems later." "That's just your body rebelling. We've gone over a day and a ha..
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The sky was just starting to lighten as we pulled in Angel's driveway. False dawn, I think they call it. As we got out of the car a thought struck m..
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The fax came through while we were still on the road. It gave instructions to leave the money bag in the men's room at the Yucca Street park. As lon..
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We rolled down Santa Monica Boulevard to our fate, cutting up Wilcox Ave. and doubling back on Fountain. We anchored around the corner from Seward, ..
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