When I arrive in the office Jorge and Chris are already engrossed in conversation. “Glad you could finally make it.” Chris says in a good-natured teasing tone and I’m about to apologize for being forty minutes late until I realize I’m still holding my kale and fruit smoothie. “Take a seat.” Chris says ushering me […]
How Do You Want It?
“This is the fuckin’ life.” I shout at Mike who’s still nursing a beer. He responds with a nonchalant shrug, followed by a long hard slug. Shame Kris had to bounce early but at least he left a nice hefty tab at the bar.Fuck Scarface! You don’t need money or the power to get the […]
Bison Viagra
“What do you mean you’re doing your best?” I roar into my cellphone.“Things are tough across the board Rick. Don’t you read the papers? James fuckin’ Bond can’t even get past pre-production because of financing and you’re already on busting my balls.”“So how come both Jordan and Cassidy are cleaning up?”“They’re in different market segments. […]
Bedroom Serial Killer
“Ricki baby.” She says in that voice knowing well what she wants and damn certain I’m not going to give it to her. I ain’t got it in in over three weeks but she can literally go fuck herself. I try to feign sleep as she blows into my ear, the smell of celebration still […]
Cowgirl
Everyone assumes I’m a hick just because I wear a check shirt and jeans. Tori actually had the audacity to talk loud and slow to me even though we were in the same school. To be fair expecting Tori to notice anyone other than herself is always going to be nothing short of a miracle, […]
City of Angels
Funny how that when Jorge fights it’s “interesting” but when I watch it it’s “barbaric”. What’s he even doing here? He’s irrelevant. Fuckin’ meathead should be back in Mexico with a gimp mask on sodomizing a donkey or swatting away flies from tourists Coronas. I never liked Mexicans and had my hatred validated furthermore when […]
The Hive
When we arrive at the house it’s already a hive of activity with trucks, cars, and removal vans spewed out all over the cul de sac. The house looks quite homely and nothing like the MTV style crib/mansion I was expecting. I should have known something wasn’t right when the word “crest” preceded Bel Air.“How […]
LA Lights
This isn’t exactly La Traviata is my initial thought as we pull up outside The Rack, and once inside I’m left to rue my ignorance. The place is nothing more than a glorified Hooters with giant sports screens and pool tables as far as the eye can see. And to think I actually thought the […]