#7: the Starbucks at Colorado and Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock. Sleep. Twisted sheets. Cups. Behind my eyes, beyond my bed, a shape takes shape. It’s…
#8: the Starbucks in the Brentwood Village Court INTRO–EXT. DAY: a CRUISE MISSILE skims the earth sinisterly toward its target. CUT TO–Control Room: SOLDIERS with…
#9: the Starbucks at Robertson and Third Beverly Hills. Dazzling. Where the women are women and men look like prunes brought to life by necromancers….
At first everything happens slow. Angry arms uncoil like ferns in a rain-spattered forest. Mine among them. I’m in a hallway of people who are…
“You guys are fucking faggots,” I say, my trapezius muscles tightening into thick knots. The response is immediate. “Faggotsss?” answers the lead singer with an…
