Here I sit in my vinyl easychair, secluded in the private bunker I’ve named Castle Bravo, smoking black hash from Afghanistan and listening to an old album of xylophone music. The record was recorded in 1959, the year Hawaii became a United State. The music is supposed to be “exotic” but it’s essentially flavorless. TheyContinue reading “Sounds of a Warped Xylophone”
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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”
