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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…
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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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Permanent On Most Surfaces
Graffiti is an Italian word and examples of it can date back to ancient Egypt. People can debate whether the modern origins started in New York City or Philly. I don’t really care. It’s Election Day, and NYC is in a bad way. While people are quick to say the city looks like its reverted…
SEAN GABLER
Middle Aged Curmudgeon. Gritty Minimalist Fiction. Self-Deprecating Non-Fiction.
SEAN GABLER 