Random vignettes from a unique perspective
August 2006. Midday. Somewhere on the I-80. Maybe Wyoming. Picture a majestic frontier, where the great plains slam into the rocky mountains. Breathtaking vistas of rolling hills colliding with oceans of rock; creating random meadows of vast prairie that give hints of flattening terrain as you descend slowly into lower elevation. Like Montana's younger, more... Continue Reading →
The first guy I ever dated in Sacramento was a solid faceplant into a bad relationship a couple years after moving up north. Thankfully, it was brief and full of memory gaps. I was still living at home, and was desperately looking for something to escape to while said home life was on fire. My... Continue Reading →
She was 53 and she had pink hair. This in itself was not the horror show. It was the vision of her in the middle of the dance floor, absolutely wasted, falling out of her meshed, strategically ripped top, martini triumphantly raised above her head as she dry-humped the androgynous goth boy. Smugly thumbing her... Continue Reading →
*This was a paper I had to write during an English class I took in my late 20's where the professor would settle her bohemian draped girth on her desk, tell us to never get married and to sleep with as many people as possible before we decided to chain ourselves down to family life.... Continue Reading →
The Devious Scribe 