Tag: Dart Etiquette
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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. 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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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 17
I grabbed my camouflage army jacket, instead of my denim, which I had been carefully nurturing with the most perfectly placed patches. I pulled the hood of my black hooded sweatshirt up and threw the jacket on. I stepped into black suede pumas and stuffed my keys into the pocket of my jeans. Certain nights […]
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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. 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, […]
SEAN GABLER 