this story should be read after ‘Scars and other metaphors’ – see below “Hey, don’t be an idiot. The water doesn’t stay warm.” Ingrid called from the bathroom. Jose languished in the bed, naked, sticky. He wanted to be in the bath. He needed to be in the bath. He wanted to be in the… Continue reading Bubble Bath
Why I Love the NRA. by jbrglnd Awake. Room is the same room. It doesn’t tell me anything. Where am I? Do I have to dig the itinerary out of the briefcase? No, the hotel stationery. Marriott. Charlotte. Clock says 7:09. flight is at… 7:40? Check the day-timer. Thursday May 18 1995… Continue reading NRA -Working
Java, strait The large white yacht was small compared to tankers loading at the port in Aceh. On an old wooden pier, a portable crane strained but lifted a boxed crate out of the hold. Painted on the side of the box was Exxon Mobil in English and in Indonesian the words ‘gas pipe.’ A… Continue reading Why won’t you do what I want?