Bill DeMarco’s missing but his archives aren’t. Each week (Come on.–Ed.) Losanjealous will present works formerly in progress from the coffee maven unpadded and unbowdlerized….
“Hey, Phil” says an unearthily familiar voice. I’m stuck facing the pavement so all I can see is a brushed suede stilletto heel spike the…
. . .then the ground rumbles. That’s L.A. for you. Then it rumbles again. Shit. Flotillas of pigeons fly off the rooftops. Even the attorneys…
#1:??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The Fairmont coasts to a stop. I set the brake. After all these months (years–ed.) my journey has come to an end. I put…
Casagrande’s putt went so far right of the Executive Putting Green that he might as well have kicked it. “I think you’re getting too much…
