Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A Requiem for Mr. Harrison (or Mr. Mystery’s Reflection in a Pool of Blood)

It's morning. I rise. I grab a handful of my clothes and depart the darkness of my abode. The handful smells of ashtrays and last night’s three-too-many, but I smirk with the roll of the drums and we start this day with a yummy taste of disappointment. Like every day. I wish I could have … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A Requiem for Mr. Harrison (or Mr. Mystery’s Reflection in a Pool of Blood)

Day Eighteen – 15 Reasons Why the Person Next to You Will Likely Burst Into Flames

Judith, again, turning her head over her shoulder just before she disappears around the corner. It is cold, but with a tepid wind in the canyons of the greater metropolis. I can feel the wind knife around that mysterious corner, that exit from stage center, and she has disappeared into it - extant but extorted … Continue reading Day Eighteen – 15 Reasons Why the Person Next to You Will Likely Burst Into Flames

Daze of the Weak – An Unnecessary and Unsolicited Explanation For Your Pancreas

  Before I type out Day Twenty, I feel it is time to address the purpose of the Daze of the Weak. There is no purpose. While my other projects remain in various states of being edited or rewritten, or, better yet, in the limbo of being perused for publication by the last vestiges of … Continue reading Daze of the Weak – An Unnecessary and Unsolicited Explanation For Your Pancreas