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I Remember You (Part 2)

September 30, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

In the winter of 1988, the school where all the teenagers lived was closed and half were reassigned to one city in Mexico and the other half to another. The Canadian, however, was sent by train to Canada to renew his visa. When he returned, he and I were among the only teenagers remaining in all three schools in Monterrey. I was thrilled and terrified. It meant when I saw him, which was much more often, I would be expected to interact and to speak. There were no more crowds of people our age in which to get lost.

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Tags: Assimilation, Contraband Sugar, First Time, Soft Eyes 9 Comments »

by LipstickLibrarian

5 Second Weather Report

September 30, 2010 in Wordsmoker Meteorology

Tags: california, Fuck This !, Fucking Hot, Hot 20 Comments »

by Chillbear Latrigue

Five Second Cameo Review: Charlie Sheen in “Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps”

September 29, 2010 in 5 Second Movie Review

Proof positive that Charlie Sheen’s contribution to the arts is over.

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Tags: Charlie Sheen Blows, Charlie Sheen Can't Act, Charlie Sheen gave acting herpes to a movie, Charlie Sheen Sucks 10 Comments »

by Maelstrom

I Remember You (Part 1)

September 28, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

These new Facebook features are such a double-edged sword. I cannot remain completely anonymous anymore. But then, neither can he. A friend of mine friended a friend of his Monday night, and I saw it in my live feed. With not much else to do, I had a look. After 21 years of occasionally wondering what had become of him, there he was, six children, two wives, four languages and a lifetime in South America later.

Of course, he would have done well. He had so much to give. A bug light on a Louisiana night when it came to love. I wonder, though, if he had any thought of me, what he’d given me, how long it lasted. How he carved his name with a whisper deeply in a compartment of my heart on my last innocent night, and how my chest throbbed as I struggled to breathe when he touched me.

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Tags: Abuse, APOCALYPSE, Bellwethers, Christians, Facebook, Fundamentalists, Great Tribulation, Mexico, Venus de Milo 17 Comments »

by MilitantRubberDucky

Ducky’s Dispatcher Diaries: Public Service Announcement

September 27, 2010 in Advise, Crime and Punishment

There are people who go their whole lives without ever having to dial 911, and they are very lucky. For the rest of you, here’s a list to help me help you not: get burglarized/die/get your <insert important item here> stolen.

1. Know where you are.

You may think this is common sense, and you’d be wrong. A lot of people that I encounter have no clue of where they currently are or where the alleged crime was committed. See the following true conversation I had with a caller:

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Tags: Bitchfest, Carrot Cake, Circling buzzards, CSI, Douchecockery, Fingerprints, Law, PSA, Rock My Cock Cock RIng, Sex Toy, Sgt. Chillbear, Tips, Vehicle Repossession, Yippy dogs 27 Comments »

by Belltolls

In the 80s

September 27, 2010 in Wordsmoker Short Fiction

With apologies to Leonard Michaels

In New York City in the 80s some otherwise sane friends began taking their cat to a psychologist.

No one wanted to admit to having a television so it was always in the bedroom; never in the living room.

I started wearing Ferragamo dress shoes and refused to wear anything else even if it meant not eating for a week each month.

There were nightclubs with gauze tents where Sodom & Gomorrah were practiced. During the day the same building would show no evidence that anyone had ever been there.

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Tags: Bright Lights Big City, Degradation, New York City, Selfish Whoring, Touch Football, Waste 28 Comments »

by Chillbear Latrigue

Confessing Drunkenness: The “Circle of Truth”

September 26, 2010 in Confessing Drunkeness

Last night I attended a work party. As you might imagine, it was peopled with cops and dispatchers. I ate a hamburger, a hotdog, fifteen brownies and a continuous flow of chocolate chip cookies, which has nothing to do with anything, but I feel a peculiar need to disclose my less than tasteful display of gluttony. I also drank a lot, which makes me do and say stupid things. More accurately it enhances my natural propensity to do and say the stupid things. ~~Some~~ Nearly all people find this annoying, but I think it’s one of my more charming traits.