"You look a bit ragged today, Frank." This was where the script, at last, left off, and they were allowed to improvise. Pete counted change. Francisco counted on his first sip of coffee, which eked into him like humidity. "You know, you’re the only person I let call me ‘Frank.’" “Should…I…consider myself lucky then?” Pete [...]
Posted on August 12th, 2009 by Tobias
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The rain stopped. Which surprised, irked, and depressed Francisco; in that order. He had intended to write another profound poem addressing themes of unending rain on cold city streets and the overall loneliness of his soul that would, like all of his poems, ultimately be ignored by any publication that he sent them to which [...]
Posted on August 12th, 2009 by Tobias
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J. E. is watching