Tag Archives: LOS ANGELES

A.A. Superstar

My acting career has gone into free fall The commercials and bit parts have all run dry My agent isn’t taking my calls anymore And residual checks when they finally arrive aren’t enough to squeeze out a latte What’s a … More

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Tired Eyes

Susie had such tired eyes from all the shit she’d seen people she loved more than life itself dying in confusion and pain after living in misery and the others, the scumbags and assholes lording it over her, all her … More

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3:19

This is when it stings me hard and vicious, like sticking my foot into a hive filled with angry wasps and I can’t escape your face, which is there in my mind, imploring me to just forget all the shit … More

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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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Christmas in Rehab

My family sits across the long table With shell-shocked trepidation they push over their presents for me I don’t deserve this, you know? Any of this Not the presents Not my family here taking time from their day to spend … More

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Unpaid Bills

tiny maggots/hundreds of them crawling/squirming/writhing all over the cat’s food can’t remember/the last time I changed it where is that cat, anyway? in the closet? /in the corner? /under those clothes? buried in a mountain of trash? can I even … More

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Loyalty and Sigmund Wesslope

I used to tell Sigmund Wesslope, as he held his dog, Captain Howdy, by the ears and proceeded to blow bong-load after bong-load up the poor critters nostrils, that dogs didn’t need to get high. “You know something, Sig?” I’d … More

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Rehab Stories: Rehab to the Stars

Welcome, my friend, and come on in to the rehab of your dreams. You’re going to love it here. We’ve lined up the heavy hitters, ripe for your schmoozing pleasure: the likes of which have never before been gathered together … More

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The Pathology of Need and Night Train

I was funny in my twenties a jester fueled by Southern Comfort and cheap jug wine night after explosive night winding up in love or in jail and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way I was something, wasn’t … More

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Rehab Stories: The World’s Worst Dating Service

Don’t fuck any of the women that is the very first thing you said to me as I walked through the door You forgot to mention that is was also a pretty good idea not to fuck any of the … More

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