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Vessels Of The Night

(This post is just notes so far. Don’t read it yet) It was a little less than a mile walk from the party to our mode of transport. We came off the road across from a nightclub, populated by nice cars and loud patrons. I followed Benny, “the cigar store Indian,” through an abandoned cemetery and down a trail sided by cattails toward... [Read more of this story]

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Baldie On The Barbie

(Insert Photo) This is a dream. Until it’s not a dream. Who can tell… - The pizza and Chinese delivery guys(aka num and nuts) piloted our SUV through Staten Island to the Memorial Day BBQ. I held hands with lady friend(LF) in the back seat. She chatted ceaselessly with num and nuts, which sounded like I was in an aviary. I stared out through... [Read more of this story]

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Those Eyes

(Dog Scoping Shit Out, SINY – Photo by Joe/Gimped) It just doesn’t stop staring at me. And it’s looking at me like I’m a fire-breathing, three-headed Mega-Godzilla. But I deserve it. I really do deserve it… ~ I don’t deserve the batty gazes from the pizza and Chinese delivery guys(aka num and nuts). But it’s Memorial... [Read more of this story]

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Daylight

(Atlantic Ocean from Rockaway Beach – Daguerreotype by Joe) Only moments had passed since I reached the beach, having jumped over the side of a ghost ship and swam to save what was left of my life. I collapsed in the wet sand and focused on the sky with some trepidation. Burning bright colors began to quickly replace shades of dark blue and... [Read more of this story]

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All Hail The Beast

(“Cold” by Joe) Dawn is the time for demonic creatures to crawl back into the shadows. And as that first dawn came after my soul had been stained by the demonic blood of both Black Sullivan and Toren the Bloody, for me, it was a time to die…   At the instant the new sun began to brighten the sky, my joints had grown stiff and... [Read more of this story]

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Forever Evil

(“Sailboat Moving Between Past And Present” by Joe) Present Day The pizza and Chinese delivery guys(aka num and nuts) are avoiding me. Like I care. I don’t! It’s a good thing. My lady friend(who has tuned me and my blog off of late, I’m just saying…) says it’s because of what I’m writing about in... [Read more of this story]

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Black Is The Night

(Black Sullivan) Our gang of twelve headed south on Henry Street, where the strong light from gas lamps made the stars disappear. The smells of manure and vanilla hung heaviest in the air. The vanilla had my head juggling in wonderment as to its origin. My eyes passed over old wood-framed shops and homes, along with newer brick and brownstone buildings.... [Read more of this story]

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The Glove

(Black Silk Glove by Joe) Around seven in the morning I left Black Sullivan’s saloon. I went back to the firehouse and fell into a death-like slumber. I roused for a short while in the afternoon and found a woman’s black silk glove in my hand. I couldn’t figure out where it had come from and tossed it out my third-story bedroom window.... [Read more of this story]

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Black Sullivan And His Girls

(“At The Brothel,” circa 1850 – Photoshopped by Joe – Orig. below) “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” – Psalm 23:4 - Having just awoken, I threw open the window and looked over the garden two stories... [Read more of this story]

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