Archives de mot-clé : friendship

No different

Was that you on the subway this morning? I was standing on the platform and when the train rolled in, I thought I saw you near the front. I boarded and began to walk up the train to see if … Lire la suite

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Micro Non-Fiction 01: Daza

Remember me? We used to be best friends. We used to drink copious amounts of wine together. You used to dramatize Abba songs while I died on the floor laughing. Remember filling up on free bread to make two East … Lire la suite

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Fuck Fiction!

The only thing I’ve put in this poor body today is a coffee, the toxic fumes of half a cigarette, and some of my own blood from a scab I picked. I’m hungry. I’m on a train bound for The … Lire la suite

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Read This: The Little Prince

I just finished reading Le Petit Prince. How amazing is this book? I will tell you. It is quite amazing. I just loved it. I just love it. I read it in its original French, of course. But deeper than … Lire la suite

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Highschool Friend Paul

« Happy Good Friday! » He said. Then in the next breath: « Fuck the Catholics! » « Fuck everyone, » I said. « why just the Catholics? » He was chopping a Spanish onion, but turned around to smirk. « You’re right. » He said. Well I’ve heard that … Lire la suite

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I Need a Favour. Bitch.

I remember writing in my first or second post that after starting this blog I had worried that I might run out of interesting things to talk about. See. You don’t need to be wacked out on drugs to entertain … Lire la suite

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