January 2012
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Notes from The Valley part 20
(… continued from last post)
So there I was, in my underpants, emu blood splashed across my chest, machete in one hand and bag of peeps in the other.
I turned to the two german cops and said, “this isn’t what it looks like.”
Lank turned to me and said, “Looks like we’re gonna have to suck our way outta this one.”
“What?”
(Continued on...
Notes from The Valley part 18
Second time in two months a broad chose another guy over me.
Before that it was a string of failures.
Reminds me of the time I was learning how to fight properly from an old English buddy from Grave’s End. Real tough guy.
We used to play a game every saturday. Slide on the 12 oz gloves and do light sparing. I would take a shot of Jamison if he clipped me, he would take a shot if I...
Notes from The Valley part 17
I was 19. She was 22. We met in a group therapy session right after my first breakdown.
Nights like these, ice cold nights, are the kind of nights I think about her. Only broad I ever told I love you and really meant it.
She had long crimson hair with dark streaks in it; sure it was a dye job but it always smelled fresh. Her clothes seemed to flow over her soft, pale skin. She was tall and...