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Them Two
The title of the song, “Am I A Good Man,” asks a serious question. A question that Colm Ryan, the protagonist of Dart Etiquette asks himself in the novel, and one that we have all asked ourselves and if you haven’t, well maybe, you should. The song was released in July 1967, by the soul […]
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 13
The foundation of the house cracked slowly over the decades. The Craven brothers with some of the team had made some progress on the living room that day, despite being banged up and hungover. We polished off a bottle of whiskey and about a case of beer during the process. It helped with any pain […]
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She Was Last Seen
We were watching Denis Villenueve’s Prisoners in our apartment. Someone might have been cutting onions during the scene where Hugh Jackman, the father of a missing daughter tells Detective Loki, played by Jake Gyllenhall, “She’s wondering why I’m not there to rescue her! Do you understand that? Me, not you! Not you! but me! every […]
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 10
Mr. Craven pulled up to his house after putting in an honest day’s work, just as he did each week day and most Saturdays, for overtime he couldn’t refuse. He glanced at us on the front steps, shaking his head with disapproval, pulling up into the inclined driveway on the right side of the house, […]
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 9
Born and raised in Whitestone, the northernmost part of Queens. Zip code: 11357. Would there ever be a time where there was no longer a use for zip codes? Our friends were from various sections of the borough but the core of our group lived in this neighborhood, our parent’s houses scattered around, between […]
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 8
Maeve and I got to the house as the sun burned, torturing our once thriving green lawn into a dried up, yellow patch of scorched earth. We brought home greasy bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches on poppyseed rolls, wrapped in tinfoil from Cherry Valley. My father was in his usual spot, asleep and snoring on […]
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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 […]