The Hood had a ducktail. He slathered an entire tube of Brylcreem on his head every morning. He carried a comb. The Hood preferred to stand at the back of gatherings. He always wore a plain white t-shirt and jeans. He wore a leather jacket to intimidate the villagers. He rode a motorcycle for theContinue reading “Sit On It!”
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The Crooner
The Crooner sat alone in his dressing room. He’d draped an old, stained tablecloth over the mirror and had unscrewed most of the light-bulbs around the frame. Dressing room lights were always too bright and the mirrors captured too many hard memories. He wore his life on his face. He lifted a pint of whiskeyContinue reading “The Crooner”
Barbara Payton at the Purple Dandelion
And a disembodied narrator says: He was in an LA club called The Purple Dandelion. It was 1967. Longhairs were dancing to the elastic music of The Chocolate Watch Band. He was sitting at the bar between a grubby little man who smelled of the street and Barbara Payton, who smelled of the street andContinue reading “Barbara Payton at the Purple Dandelion”
Crumbling Asphalt 