Someone’s Calling In The Night

(Morningside Heights apartment – Photos by Joe) “I tell my lady friend everything, except stuff that’s gross or rude, or that she doesn’t need to know . . .” From: “When Benny was a cigar store Indian” ~ Everyone knew I was lousy. And that was after a Herculean effort to hide how bad things [...]

The Destroyer Cometh

I screwed up again. It’s the one thing I excel at. Now I found myself expecting to cross paths with at least one demon or other whom I would have to convince that ”I was not the blood.” Read the last post to learn more. ~ The first touch was that of a malaise. A gnawing feeling soon followed. It was like an itch at [...]