Category: Dart Etiquette
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 7
A muddled pile of money remained on the bar soaked in Irish whiskey and Imported beer. Our hands gesturing and accentuating all the dumb words that slurred from our crooked mouths. We talked so much nonsense, but it was always fun, and that was the point. Pints and shot glasses clinked one after the other…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 6
Soilent Green executed a flawless set. I felt inspired. I didn’t want to chalk it up to being what it was because of the mushrooms, because it wasn’t. Only certain bands have the ability to become larger than life, to conduct an event that might be the closest thing to a religious experience I could…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 5
I awoke, sweaty and achy from a deeply inebriated sleep. The only time I slept well was if I went to bed fucked up. I don’t actually fall asleep, I pass out. I rubbed my head at the temple and tried to piece together the events of the night before, wondering I did anything wrong,…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 3
Things were unusually quiet in the city which was odd especially for the Bowery. We lucked out that someone was leaving from a spot on East 2nd street right around the corner from the venue. Martin squeezed the Malibu into the parking spot, barely, not without a few love taps to the cars sandwiching us.…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 2
I made a bowl out of my dry, callused hands and waited to receive communion in the backseat of the car. It had been ages since the last time I received the eucharist. I was a bad, bad Roman Catholic. I felt nothing for religion and any of its customs, to be honest, there was…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 1
“For he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.” -Henry V, Shakespeare “Greater love hath no man than this That a man will lay down his life for his friends.” -John 15:13 For Jeff Death loomed overhead, as if we had our own little private black clouds hovering above us, shadowing…
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