Another dusty relic from the deepest corners of the archives. Fair warning: This was originally banged out during my infamous “mean girl” phase. Prepare yourselves accordingly… Setting the scene: I’m at Tierney’s Café and Tavern. (This being a Friday night, no one should be the slightest bit […]
The occasion: A festive birthday party at a friend’s lovely home. The setting: The quaint back patio of said lovely home. The time: Several drinks into the night. The factuality: This actually happened, although I fudged a bit with things like the real names of the people […]
Angelina was not in a festive mood. She had only agreed to pose for the up-and-coming photographer due to a whimsical bet that had gone awry at the country club. Then there was that whole mess with some government guy wanting to speak with her about the legal […]
One from the archives… Background details: Yes, absinthe. Not the original version that made Nicole Kidman and all her little friends have visions and then sing about it in that one movie, but the modern version without the supposed hallucinatory properties. A certain resident of Denton, […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… At the end of the last episode, Mrs. Kim may or may not have just invited me to slip out of the Cool Breeze Shack O’ Suds and possibly engage in a rousing round of slap and tickle… […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… When last we gathered round the story campfire, I thought I had spotted Mr. Kim fleeing the anarchy of his beer emporium, wherein everything had hit the fan in an escalated manner… Turns out, it was wasn’t Mr. […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… The following events actually took place on the evening of August 21, 2009 at the “Cool Breeze” establishment on West Red Bird Lane in Duncanville, Texas. Whilst some artistic license has been allowed when it comes to the […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Note: When the curtain came down on the previous scene, Mrs. Kim, anti-heroine, wife of the boss and practiced sigher, had just collapsed on her favorite feinting cot, at least according to a dream sequence that has been […]
Note: The following is a serialized story I scribbled out when I was just a wee bairn in the blogging word. (In fact, this one pre-dates even the “Paris Chronicles”, which eventually became the book “Screaming in Paris”, and those of you who have been with me for […]
Myrna, left: “I haven’t the faintest idea what she’s talking about.” William, not so much left: “Nor do I. Perhaps she’s discussing stock options, with that bit about alternative arrangements.” Bartender, background: “I could clear up the confusion in two seconds, but you people haven’t won any awards […]
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