I awoke to the sound of getting my ass beat. It was not pleasant.
Then someone grabbed my ankles and pulled me out of bed. The back of my head hit the ground hard.
“Put boots on we’re going for a walk.”
The accent was Slavic and my ears were ringing. I stayed on the ground and stared [...]
Life With A Loaded Gun III
September 10th, 2008 · 6 Comments · Fiction, Memoirs
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Life With A Loaded Gun II
July 25th, 2008 · 3 Comments · Fiction, Memoirs
Holy shit am I going bald?
there was a lot of scalp at the top of my head. I could only see it if I bent forward. maybe it was just my haircut. or maybe I was just another obsessively vain dude from California.
Oh well I like short girls anyways.
I was in the bathroom of [...]
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Life With A Loaded Gun
July 22nd, 2008 · 5 Comments · Fiction, Memoirs
I had been drinking too much. I didn’t eat well. I didn’t go to the gym. I had stopped doing zazen.
I hadn’t taken a shower in three days and my razor was broken. I looked like a Neanderthal.
I was at a club.
I was in a bad way. it had been about 24 four hours [...]
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