The Life and writings of a Twenty-Something private eye
Gothic vibes Watching hammer horror to pass the time Lock me away in Dracula’s castle with all the freaks and ghouls Let the darkness comfort me It’s no longer scary I’m used to the blind rhythm and marching out of time You can be my final girl I’ll be the shapeless entity You can catch […]
Read More Looking at a Harvest Moon Through a Castle Window on Halloween NightI often wonder what my life purpose is, it seems like every path I have followed has led to dead ends, even this case Sandra has presented to me feels like it’s going nowhere, maybe it’s just my apathy for life as of late, or maybe I could be right. I drove passed Mickey’s pub […]
Read More PI Log #6 Topher Gets Knocked Out AgainSandra congratulated me on signing up for classes I don’t know if this decision was for me or to please the masses I entered the campus with my arms shaking To be twenty-two in a room full of eighteen year olds I can feel the judgement already coming I pulled up to a parking spot […]
Read More Maybe Next Semester (Flashback Poem)I sat on the cold metal steps contemplating my life as I usually do after being up for twenty-four hours. The first thought that came to my head was how much I hated working at 11:11, i’m twenty-five working at this shit show and I call it that because all I deal with is shit […]
Read More The Other Part Time Gig pt.4 ( The Shit Test)The flashlight was obstructing my sight but I recognized that voice. The officer put his flashlight down and stuck his head in the window. It was Officer Ken and behind him with his gun already out pointed at my head was Officer Dan. Topher, Kenny, Danny and myself were four very close friends all throughout […]
Read More P.I. Log #5 Running into Old FriendsSandra was wearing a red dress which to me spelt out “scandal”. She took a puff of the joint that she took off my desk and held it in while not breaking eye contact with me, she leaned back on the office chair and exhaled. The smoke blurred out part of the Jonny Heartz Private […]
Read More P.I. Log #4 Pt.2/2 The First Night of Surveillance on TonyI 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 […]
Read More P.I. Log #4 (Pt 1/2)Topher and I sat on the couch as I popped in a copy of Touch of Evil (one of my favorite movies). Topher kept going on and on about how if he knew Valerie was going to attack him he would’ve countered it with a haymaker; this is the fourth time Valerie has knocked Topher […]
Read More The Other Part Time Gig Pt.3/P.I. Log #3.5Sunday at the drive in They’re screening the Maltese Falcon We snuck snacks in So we didn’t have to pay those inflated prices I break out the lawn chairs and ghetto blaster Tune the radio into the close circuit broadcast Fireflies swarm our presence I caught three at once in my hand I unclasp my […]
Read More 12 X 12 at the Drive in (Flashback Poem)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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