Category: Dart Etiquette
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 27
To say that some mornings are rough is a gross understatement. There was not enough acetaminophen or ibuprofen in the world to combat my headache. Most days I don’t even get hung over but on the days that I did it was treacherous. I could drink a distillery and head to work without any problems…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 26
The small patch of earth we held down, the piece of meager turf we claimed and plunged our invisible flag into was mostly farmland prior to the 1920s. The inhabitants from the surrounding area formed a corporation to purchase the property. It was then handed off to the Parks Department after the corporation failed to…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 25
Whitestone Park was neutral, a shared space since no particular crew claimed the park but many different heads hung out there to chill because of its picturesque scenery. The backdrop for thousands of wedding pictures in cheap frames bought from Genovese. As kids we often pedaled our modified GT Performers and Mongoose BMX bicycles…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 24
I thought about the night Gordon got carved up in the car ride on the way to roll on those GTL kids. I hadn’t thought about that in a while. My feelings on that never wavered. I thought about blood. How I used to hate the sight of it, how I liked horror movies because…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 23
My friends were dependable, and if and when I needed them they were there, and that was reciprocated. It could be anything from a small loan to standing by my side to ensure a fair one stayed fair. I knew I always had a place to crash if I needed to get away from my…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 22
Ozzy was gone. That was it. Ozzy was not coming back, not ever. Unreal. Nothing we could do would resurrect him or reverse these horrid chain of events. We had gotten ourselves into something that we couldn’t fix. We couldn’t make this one up, we couldn’t apologize or fight our way out of this. Death…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 20
Carlton Ailse, is a thing, a wretched thing that could happen to anyone at any time. Sometimes you can beat a person like that and sometimes he gets you. We needed a proper cure for the likes of Carlton Ailse. Carlton Ailse pulled a knife of his own invertebrate volition. It wasn’t a complete shock…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 19
“Do you think any of these herbs want to hear Rust In Piece front to back?” Ozzy asked, pulling his hood up. “I’ll skip all these motherfucker’s songs.” “Not likely.” “Up, we’re up. Viggo,” Ozzy called out over the noise of the bar. “Viggo, game on. Looks like Megadeth will have to wait a bit.”…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 18
A dart board hung on the wall in my bedroom. My bedroom was located in the basement of our house. It wasn’t really our house, but you know that’s just how people talk, you say that it’s yours but it’s not, it belongs to the bank. It was only a matter of time before we…
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