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Down by the river

on May 12, 2021 by Amijo Estabania in Stories, Comments (0)

I saw her from a distance, walking right in the middle of the sidewalk and about halfway into the block. I was just about to enter the disabled sidewalk […]


Another Day in Studio City

on July 27, 2015 by r.a.w. in Stories, Comments (0)

The guy sat there all shaggy hair and old clothes in front of the Union Bank on Ventura Boulevard. He was likely a bum; had a few things with him. […]


A Birthday Party One Time

on July 9, 2015 by r.a.w. in Stories, Comments (0)

This was back many years before he drown. I had this big redheaded oaf of a friend named Jeff and I always looked forward to hanging out with him and […]


Jamaica Me Crazy or A Misanthrope’s Journey to the Land of Riddim

on July 7, 2015 by r.a.w. in Abuse, Stories, Comments (0)

I didn’t write a solitary word in Jamaica. That’s not to say that I didn’t make a note of everything, but my idea of writing in the jungle was washed […]


Almost Over

on March 10, 2015 by r.a.w. in Stories, Comments (0)

Krebs sat nursing a beer in the clapboard bar adjacent to the Coconut Mallory while Cassie, far too young to be a grandmother at forty something asked him about life […]


Lunch Break

on December 3, 2014 by r.a.w. in Stories, Comments (0)

The day the Wagstaff boy came in and said he’d found a little negro kid dead by the river we were all hunched over our lunches dreading getting back out […]


The View

on November 17, 2014 by r.a.w. in Stories, Comments (0)

The claim of a view from Catalina to downtown was bullshit. Maybe it was possible at sometime, but the smog usually made it so there was no way o see […]


The Social Shitwork

on January 9, 2014 by r.a.w. in Abuse, Stories, Comments (0)

Brice couldn’t believe what he was seeing on his phone. This certainly wasn’t the first corn-based shitpic he’d ever seen, but Skylar had knocked it out of the park. This […]


The Plus One

on December 10, 2013 by r.a.w. in Stories, Comments (0)

It was the usual boring gala, this time for charity benefitting the impoverished cataractous  Jewish children of the world, Krystal Klear Kids. It was the kind of event that happens […]


Ode to S.F.

on August 15, 2013 by r.a.w. in Poetics, Stories, Comments (0)

Danse Macabre with the faggots in San Francisco. A twisted night of boozing and grabbing asses as they did coke and clawed to a greater understanding and purpose. The streets […]