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Archives mensuelles : avril 2014
What it is and what it isn’t
It’s the fact that he says « It’s escaped me » and not « Shit, I forgot » or anything else. It’s because he says things in just the way he says things. It’s the fact that he reads to me. We lay there … Lire la suite
Good Old Tom
Frankie’s was closed so I went next door to Tom’s. I asked : « Are you Tom? » He said « Yeah. » How about that! I go to Jim’s. It’s an old greasy spoon like this and there is no longer any Jim. … Lire la suite
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Marqué humanity, moments, simplicity, strangers, Tom's Restaurant
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Dear Fucking Diary
Dear Fucking Diary, I’m pissed. It started on the subway. This homeless guy asked this man very politely for some change. The guy stared straight ahead as if a human being had not just spoken to him. My heart crashed … Lire la suite
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Marqué anger, cat photos, emotion, Facebook, homeless people, humanity, negativity, positivity, public transit, Rob Ford
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Flash-fiction 02: Bus driver REVISED
“Watch your step, sir.” “I’ll watch my fucking step, you fucking prick!” “Doors are closing.” “Yeah, fuck you.” Some dirty old vagrant drunk, still muttering as he shuffled to the back of the bus. You don’t let a guy like … Lire la suite
Flash-fiction 02: Bus driver
One thirty. Pitch black outside and here in my room, too. It’s been warm enough to keep the window open in the evenings now and the only sound is a bit of whistle from the wind and the odd car … Lire la suite
FROM HERE ON IN
Today begins a new phase in my life. I sold my car, cut my hair, and quit the gym. I am giving myself a budget of $20 per day for all food and drink. That includes groceries, restaurants, bottles of … Lire la suite
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Marqué Hemingway, life change, optimism, the future, writing
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Those Nine Cards
I must stop lamenting that love is not in the cards for me. Well there are fifty-one others, aren’t there? And I have not been dealt such a bad hand otherwise. Life could be a game of Crazy Eights. So … Lire la suite
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Marqué chance, dispair, hope, lamenting, life, love, perspective, time
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