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Again? Seriously?? He looks at me with those deep, innocent eyes.  No wallet. I’m gonna smack him.  This little “casual dating” experiment is not going well.  What’s the harm?? I said. What could possibly go wrong? Yet here I am, on the hook yet again for another dinner. I will try not to point outContinue reading “Chapter 88: Penalty Box”

I strut my leather-clad legs in spiked boots out onto the stage, mic firmly in hand, shoulders back, chest high, ready to kick some musical ass. The crowd is wild. The steamy summer air of the last four days has left a humid electricity in the air, and everyone is ready to cut loose.  TheContinue reading “Chapter 87: Eclipse”

My hair is flying in the wind.  I’ll never get the tangles out, and give slightly less than two shits.  I peel down the road in a rental car fetched in Miami, a white clone of my own yellow Jeep. The particular road I am peeling is the legendary Tamiami Trail on my way toContinue reading “Chapter 86: The Ligle”

He kisses me, surprisingly hard. I flush with excitement and kiss back. I can feel his hands on my back, my lower back… my backside…watch it buddy…and I am suddenly aware of something odd. His tongue is long. Weirdly long. Gene Simmons long. I’m going to choke to death right here on the hot MiamiContinue reading “Chapter 85: The God of Humidity”

I lift the crystal to my lips and sip dry white wine. It was a fabulous visit with my long-lost friend of forever ago. She got herself a giant pickup, and we had a few precious days of good, old-fashioned redneck fun in the Appalachian foothills. I’m so happy to have her back.  Na Zdrowie!Continue reading “Chapter 84: Rapunzel’s Tower”

RING… RING… RING… The phone trembles in my hand as my mind drifts back to a vivid scene 15 years ago, stuck on an indelible repeat loop in my brain. She is SOBBING. Her makeup lies in ruins, zombie pools in the hollows beneath her swollen eyes.   I am relentless. You simply can’t get divorcedContinue reading “Chapter 83: Miami”

It’s HER. Of course it is. I just about facepalmed when I read it.  Makes perfect sense. She was behind it all along. My hand trembles as I read the message and cower, wondering if she’s going to come after me, who she’s going to poison against me now. She’s been after me for years.Continue reading “Chapter 82: Mother Inferior”

SHIT! A light blue splat hits my jeans. I frantically wipe it away and keep moving, brushing lightener rapidly over soon to be formerly known as dark waves. I’m actually doing it! (PSA: Tempted to go blonde at home? First watch any of the million or so bleach disaster compilations on YouTube. Blonde isn’t muchContinue reading “Chapter 81: Monarcha”

WHAAAAAAT??? get up? as in out of the wheelbarrow?  “…Can… I…?” “Of course you can!” She’s laughing now. Thanks, me.  I consider how long I’ve been stuck here. And why I keep getting back in. I have been on this endless loop, a continual recycling back into this stupid tin can with a wheel. I’mContinue reading “Chapter 80: Interlude Two; Part Two”

The creaking is definitely getting slower.  creakcreakcreak creak creaaaaaak… The wheelbarrow trundles to a stop. At least I think it’s stopped, an unsettling sensation after having traveled so long. What’s wrong? Why did it stop? And where?  I unfold my crumpled form and survey my arms and legs. Flakes of rust and dirt dot myContinue reading “Chapter 79: Interlude Two, Part One”