lazarusInfinity
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Conundrum
There was only one rule: don't open the door. For six months, Abraham Wilkes struggled with those words creeping through the labyrinth that was his mental state. He'd spent 11 1/2 years of his life working himself to the point of exhaustion and a mental breakdown. Growing desperate for it all to end, he'd tried everything from absinthe to prescription pills. The last episode involved him taking a broken bottle to his neck.
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Horror
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Nineteen
CONTINUED FROM PART EIGHTEEN... “Allegedly. Isn’t that always the excuse these days? Some degenerate rapper gets busted with drugs and guns and it’s ‘allegedly he was spotted.’ Some whacked-out celebrity gets busted on a DUI and the cops find a prostitute in the car, and it’s ‘allegedly he was spotted.’ Alleged this, alleged that…and it’s always these Blacks. They get the big million-dollar contracts and the groupies and the hotshot lawyers and it’s a get-out-of-jail-free card. And you wanna know the worst part about it? Most of the time, these ‘alleged’ incidents are caught on camera! Even still, you can’t say they did it because that’s considered defamation of character, and these bozos can sue! I can’t believe it! That’s where this country’s headed, to Hell in a hand-basket! I swear if I had a dollar every time something crystal clear was swept under the title ‘allegedly’ I’d be a millionaire by now. And this Obama prick-“
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Eighteen
CONTINUED FROM PART SEVENTEEN... Several days, several hours, several glasses of wine, and several intimate and nostalgic musings later, Happy found himself wandering the streets of the Quarter. Figuring it would be a nice way to enjoy a day after work, he stopped into a local bar for a drink and also to clear a few things up. Truly becoming a local, it no longer felt weird going out for drinks in the middle of the day. The bar in question that Starscream directed him to was further into the Quarter, toward the lower end of Bourbon. Not surprisingly, the name of the establishment was Oz. With Blake out of the hospital after that horrible debacle, some things needed to be cleared up. Not too much of a crowd, just a few stragglers and some tourists, all of whom made the obvious effort to check him out. At this point, he could’ve cared less. A beer by any other name was just as much a bad choice during the middle of the day.
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Seventeen
CONTINUED FROM PART SIXTEEN... Fuck me. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe I spoke too soon. Maybe this is all just some crazy dream brought on by guilt over my cheating on my husband. Can’t be right at all. One more time just to be sure. Just check the strip.
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Sixteen
CONTINUED FROM PART FIFTEEN... Happy spent the following days either burying himself in work to get over the pain of Candy or his nights out on the town with Delphine. With Lucky and Kitty back in Los Angeles, the duo spent much time together. Whether it was classic films over bottles of wine or dinner and drinks at Vincent’s, the blossoming friendship was the only thing that still made him feel whole.
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Fifteen
CONTINUED FROM PART FOURTEEN... “This little clit stimulator is called the Form 2,” Stacy said. “It’s from a company called JimmyJane and their stuff is awesome. I got a few boxes of these a month ago and this is already a part of my second shipment. Now it’s got two speeds and it’s waterproof. Completely rechargeable and-“
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Fourteen
CONTINUED FROM PART THIRTEEN... When the bartender finally arrived with their food, Barabbas wolfed it down as if it were his last meal on Death Row. Igor’s was a very popular bar and grill, right on St. Charles Ave. It seemed as if nearly every day, Happy found something quirky and unique about New Orleans. Not only was the place a bar and grill, but you could also shoot pool and do your laundry inside. Two Cajun burgers complete with fries and Cokes later, and they were both feeling awesome.
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Thirteen
CONTINUED FROM PART TWELVE... Another night of amazing sales, he thought to himself as he looked over the numbers so far. Aside from the usual setback of customers looking to return items and drunken bums groping the mannequins, Happy had to admit it was a great night so far. Still, he was looking forward to getting off in a few minutes.
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Twelve
CONTINUED FROM PART ELEVEN... “What was that all about?” Happy asked, entering his office. “Um, I believe that was my friends and I getting harassed by those religious whackjobs,” Blake replied. “Are you insinuating that this was all my fault?”
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
