Tag Archives: California

Rehab Stories: Rough Trade in the Kitchen

If I feel your hand on my ass, bro one more goddamn time I’m going to lose my shit That may be how they do things in prison but I’m a little boy from the suburbs and I feel I … More

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Crazy Robertson

“When people have nothing left But their own shit to fight with, They will fight with Their own shit” —ancient fortune cookie wisdom Crazy Robertson was famous. He had his own website to prove it. Double u double u double … More

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Dyin’ on the 405

We’ve only just passed Sunset Boulevard, doing about 2 miles an hour the entire way, and we’ve been in this traffic for 45 minutes now, Penelope and I, and I have to believe that I’m going to crawl out of … More

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The Jig is Up

I feel like a vampire walking into the floodlights for a stage play he’s never even read It’s only my sister’s apartment but the harsh light burns like an open flame and there is a crowd of family members staring … More

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The Longest Ride

Crammed in tight My brother on my right Aunt Connie on the left I’ve got to get out of this car Lollygagging up the dope sick scenic route I could write a review of every public restroom between here and … More

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The Thing About Winter in Southern California

The thing was it was 89 degrees like it always is always was always will be and she was in the bathroom somewhere sitting on the toilet shouting over the coke snorting girls in the stall next door plugging her … More

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Death is Not the End

Lisa looked at me one night with her Marianas trench eyes and her traffic accident smile and she said to me, “You know , Max, death is not the end.” This little lump of soul surprised me, swimming up, as … More

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The Size of Spiders

There was a day when the walls crawled in time to the beat of love and the lizard king opened his flat face, lashing his forked tongue into the impossible to ignore and I wish you when you were me … More

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Endless Addictions

Since the day I shot my last needle full of heroin into the one remaining capillary in my finger I have found myself a helpless and hopeless slave to an unending parade of stern and remorseless masters I cannot control … More

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At the Capitol Garden Motel

I left my love for you, baby at the Capitol Garden Motel in a bare and dirty room with an unmade bed and shards of broken mirror scattered on the rug I hope you find it there amid the crack-pipes … More

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