Dames and Drinks the Best of 2011
It ain’t over till the sexy lady sips her Manhattan, Holy Headbuzz Batman! was it a good year for dames I’ll never see again and drinks I will remember for the rest of my life. The list of new bars on the map is a long one: New Orleans’ Checkpoint Charlies. San Antonio’s Esquire Tavern. [...]
Chinatown
“It is not a very fragrant world, but it is the world you live in, and certain writers with tough minds and a cool spirit of detachment can make very interesting and even amusing patterns out of it. It is not funny that a man should be killed, but it is sometimes funny that he [...]
Tokyo Moments
Tokyo is concrete, electric, sublime, frenetically interconnected in ways neural synapses are jealous of. Though after a while of prowling the backalleys and neon-lit boulevards, the tiny 5-seat bars and the swanky Roppongi clubs, the Ginza haute couture, the Harajuku freak show cosplay and the Kabukicho sexshops you slowly start to realize there is a [...]
Open Letter to The Perfect Drunk
Dear PD, I have found you. At long last I have glimpsed, nay- known you beyond your usual flirtatious ways. You, Perfect Drunk you, you playful bitch, you got sauced last night and I had my way with you. And you liked it. Ha HA (Me standing with manly flowing cape and leather accoutrements on [...]
The Light, The Dark
So here’s me, holing up in a stormy Caribbean Hotel a la Bogey in Key Largo, sweating bullets, waiting for the storm to come, falling in love with the woman you don’t want to know, all the while the homeless Seminoles who do the landscaping are pounding on the front door to let them in [...]
Black Tokyo Rain
The rare summer rain springs forth like you at middaybreak after a drunk sullenly slow yet baring teeth this fox sky sun seethes in simultaneous shine and soak as you do over your dayafter eggs bossy and sexy, your weary-eyed dissertation of sundays turns me on though my libido shunned for the thought of umbrellas, [...]
As The Clouds Glower Down…
The wind woke me today, howling to and fro as if a racetrack circuit ran through 50 year old screens in each screech corner turn of my house. It’s the rain-wind. There’s the rain smell. It’s the warm strong rain powered by a frenzied atmosphere, the clouds swirl and sail by hurriedly above while the [...]
