Tag: NYC
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 1
Wash away us all, take us with the floods. – Pantera For Frances Everyone was a liar. At least everyone I knew was. “I’m fine,” she said. “I promise. Mommy’s just a little tired. I’ve been run down lately, that’s all. Really. Trust me, I’m as sober as a judge.” That was my mother, typical […]
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 36
An unmarked police car parked in front of Mr. Craven’s pick up truck. The car rattled and hummed well after Detective Jacovino exited the car and walked up the front steps. Two bone dry bottles of Tullamore Dew laid next to the cooler and Cookie Hill’s dog bowl on the grass to the left of […]
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 35
I eagerly boarded my flight with heavy eyelids. In a few hours I’d be in Dublin, on Irish soil for the first time, then shortly after, an hour and fifteen minutes to be precise, I’d be in Thurles. The very place my ancestors started all of their bad habits. I was anxious, but then again […]
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You Didn’t Scratch The Paint, Right?
At the risk of offending anyone, this essay will involve a name change to protect the identity of a person involved. If you know you know, feel free to chuckle. It’s all in good fun. No judgment will be passed as we are all guilty of some idiocy. It’s up for debate whether the events […]
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 33
The sun had not yet risen when Maeve pulled up. I was on the steps of the Craven’s house with the team. The Tully flowed. Cookie Hill’s bowl was filled three quarters with Grolsch and she lapped it up. The Polito’s Econoline van was in the driveway. The M3 trench knife was back on the […]
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 32
I stood in my bedroom, in the basement of the house I grew up in for potentially the last time. No, it was the last time. It had to be. That house taught me about the pitfalls of life. I stuffed the clothes I wore in the park during the execution into a plastic bag. […]
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 31
You could meticulously plot out your revenge. You could fantasize about physically harming your enemies. You could daydream about murder. I’m fairly certain it’s normal, a regular occurrence for a human being to do. You can bottle up your hate, and allow your anger to fester and take hold of you, turning you into someone […]
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Seano’s First Arrest
Last night two police officers were shot in Harlem. One was shot dead and the second is not expected to survive. My condolences to their friends and family. I tried to be a cop in the mid 2000s , I scored fairly well, although I thought I should have done better. My list number was […]