A Shave And A Haircut…
Hey look - I got a haircut! The new show I'm in requires me to have a "High & Tight" military haircut. That, and be able to spit out streams of water congruously with fish. Buckingham Fountain, thank you.
The Sea of Rum, Chapter II: Queens and Virgens
Princess Princess and the Seven Ghey Virgens boarded the Ynomrah and set sail for an unknown destination. All they knew was that they needed to find The-Most-Evil-Magician-Known-By-The-Most-Offensive-Of-Names and free Princess Nancy Clifford from his evil grasp. The sun was high and spilled its brilliance like a clear fog over the Sea of Rum. The winds were fair and the ship held →
The Sea of Rum, Chapter I: The Seven Ghey Virgens
Welcome to my strange hobby of writing novels based on my life and my friends. My first novelle, The Chronicles of Agent M, was quite fun! Well now we're stepping into the fantasy world and exploring the lives of me and my friends in a fun and interesting way. Every character is based on someone in my life, the events →
The Chronicles of Agent M: Part IV, The End of a Beginning and the Beginning of the End
They stood on the catwalk, trapping each other in a stare that overflowed with relief, exhaustion, and suspicion. M's eyes narrowed to a slit as he slowly backed away from Jr., keeping his hand near the handle of his trusty grappling gun. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm here to get you out of here. I have a safehouse 2 →
The Chronicles of Agent M: Part III, Le Vestiaire
The cold early evening rain fell like an obliterating sigh on the roof of the nightclub Le Vestiaire, a seeming release of all the tension held in the air throughout the day. The building, a gentlemen's club of the highest grade, stood like a sentry against the cold sky and the steel rain. Behind the enormous wrought-iron fence the laid →
The Chronicles of Agent M: Part II, Connections Are Made
His plane arrived on time at 2:35 p.m. on Wednesday. The circles under his eyes played distant chords with his ever-increasing crow's feet, aggravating his eardrums and feeding his malnourished headache so that it had the strength of a gong half-submerged in a pool of gelatin. His watch told him that the flight had lasted 22 hours, 27 minutes. His →
The Chronicles of Agent M
The Ball had been arranged beautifully. The room spun in gilded Victorian floral carvings in the cherry blood Oak walls. The extravagently treated wood gained such a rich color in the light of the 12-foot-diameter gold plated chandeliers that it almost looked black. All seven of the chandeliers were on rotators, set to complete a full revolution once every hour to →
The Chronicles of Ms. Lanning
She sat at the far end of the bar, bathed in caramel light and the wispy thoughts of Marlboro Ultra-Lights while she sipped tediously on her raspberry long island iced-tea. She flicked the ashen phallus of her cigarette into the ashtray with an indiscriminate flick of her thumb; she never ashed on the floor. That kind of thing was left →
