I keep on waiting for it to happen. For inspiration to hit. I walk around during the day and think how great it’s going to be when I make [...]
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 A thick creamy plume of smoke rises up into the stale air of the hotel room. Back at it By joshuacitrak, on June 15th, 2009 |
I smoked a cigarette down to my knuckles keeled against the dumpster; she never came out. Probably she still had [...] By joshuacitrak, on April 22nd, 2009 |
He checked himself at all angles, and when he was happy with his look said to his uncle, “Yo, I’m exullerated. I mean, wait, did I say that [...] By joshuacitrak, on March 14th, 2009 |
“Four days before dontcha know she’d cut herself,” my cousin paused through the phone. I could hear the phone scratching on something, his face, shoulder, while he was knocking at something with his free hands. “You know. Slashed her wrist.” By joshuacitrak, on February 16th, 2009 |
JJ took all the rings off her left hand before she slid it in between the iron bars of the security gate. Twisting and contorting her arm until her elbow pushed through the narrow gap and was able to bend freely, she stretched for the door handle. Her fingers groped at the air like a [...] By joshuacitrak, on November 28th, 2008 |
I didn’t know where I was going or how I thought I could find it, but I ended up in Seattle anyway. I’d had an epiphany. It sounded like my own voice, which I hadn’t heard in years. I once was lost, yeah, but that part about being found had really been confusing me. I [...] By joshuacitrak, on April 16th, 2008 |
On Sunday’s you had to make sure you had enough melon, because often, it was the only thing on the plate that didn’t get sent back. If you ran out of melon, the other cooks would freak, morale on the line would collapse. By joshuacitrak, on April 14th, 2008 |
I was born in New York. I am a fan of baseball. There are only twenty people in this country that have the same last name as me. By joshuacitrak, on January 16th, 2008 |
Your job is not a woman that should come between us, friend. (quote from William of East Orange) Let me be plain; I call bullshit on all people complacent in allowing work to seep into their nuts and begin controlling their lives. Further, I will no longer accept work as an excuse for my being stood [...] |
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