So I got a new job. Instead of working in the Advancement Department of a major University down here, I’ll be working in the Medical School as Support for the doctors on the HIV/AIDS research team. I had to take time last week during the day to go and spend a few moments with the [...]
No Liquor, But Would You Like A Handgun?
It’s been a rough week; I’ve been working all weekend on things that were neglected while I was gone for ten-days. I’m not tired, but I’m stiff and stressed out, I need a damned drink. Not wine, that makes me sleepy. I crack open the wine fridge to see what else we have.
There’s [...]
The White Moth; Part III
Her house was dark, deep and dramatically colored with black, purples, reds and blues, Jackson’s heart pounded in his chest. His head spun and his mind was afloat. The last time he felt like this he had been tripping. The only difference was that this time he didn’t think that the lights were alive and [...]
The White Moth, Part II
After the interruption, we’re back to our story; if you need a refresher, read Part I. We continue…
As he stomped up the porch steps, Jackson threw open the sliding glass door, holding back Ophelia, who nearly bolted into his waist, with his leg as quickly she ran towards him, she started to growl and bark. [...]
