P.I. Log #4 (Pt 1/2)

I lit a joint up out of my pack and started to head home. I had to pass by my job again after dropping Ali off at the Motor Inn. 11:11 was the time and 11:11 (my job) was in the rear view, shrinking until it became a bitter spec that would be relived once […]

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P.I. Log #3

My radio was still on in my car and the Summer 2011 mix I made was playing. The first chorus of Number Five With a Bullet was playing, my how some songs bring back specific memories. Valerie was gone and we lost that pesky but intimidating drug dealer. Topher and I checked each other for […]

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P.I. Log #2

On my drive home I felt my phone vibrate, I look at the caller id and it reads 11:11(the shithole), I pick up and it’s Lisa frantically telling me that she was buttering rolls for tomorrows breakfast rush and she reached her hand in and couldn’t believe what she pulled out, a half green and […]

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The Other Part Time Gig Pt. 2

Way back when, Ali was my mentor, he taught me everything I needed to know about working at 11:11. He taught me how to efficiently pack out the cooler, order inventory for every area of the store correctly and most importantly how to be a lazy fuck when how have seniority over the person you […]

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The Other Part Time Gig pt. 1

Been doing this retail thing off and mostly since I was fifteen For the last two years I’ve been working for this guy, let’s call him Mr.Dean Mr. Dean owns a string of convenience stores in my town and surrounding area He also owns a large development catered to any families that want to live […]

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P.I. Log #1

Oh Sandra You left me for some big shot named Tony Who works in the ever corrupt casino industry Called off the wedding bells and handed me back the ring Smacked me back into reality I’m twenty-five with no direction Single and my sanity now suspended So what did I do next? I became a […]

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King of The Ring (a metaphor)

I pray one day You’ll feel the meaning in the words I say  To live and let in To realize caution tape is not a deterrent but a test of will  An entry level precaution  And now I feel like the 1996 Steve Austin  Got my gimmick on blast  Feeling how fast  Wondering if it may […]

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