Resolution: Drugs and Pancakes

Pulling a Marlboro out of his pack with his teeth, he reached into his pocket to pull out his Zippo. The silver casing shimmered around the engraving BOB, reminding Durwin of his Christian middle-school education with its notions of places where everything was white glowing, gleaming, and bright.

Romantic notions of creatures that know that they’ll be dead soon.

Durwin thought of a joke that one of his fellow students told him once: Santa Clause, God, and The Easter Bunny walk into a bar. Santa and the Easter Bunny both complain that, once children grow up, they stop believing in them. The Easter Bunny looks to God and asks him why human beings continue to believe in him when they become adults, but God doesn’t say anything. The Easter Bunny turns back to Santa and asks, “Why isn’t he answering me?” Santa throws back his drink, and with a voice tightened by a shot of whiskey replies, “Because he’s a figment of your fucking imagination.”

Durwin considered that he didn’t want a place where he could meet up with everyone else after he was dead. Dead is a place for quiet, not conversation or hymns. Leave him to the quiet songs of feasting worms and settling dirt.

On the Menu: Drugs and Pancakes

There’s been some excitement surrounding my next novel Drugs and Pancakes, which in turn makes me excited, which makes me write better, I think…. So, to those who are making me excited (that really didn’t come out the way I thought it would), Drugs and Pancakes is less than four pages til completion! That’s right. Soon, you too will be able to enjoy a plentiful serving of humorous teen angst paired with illicit sex and drug abuse!  Well, unless you count the arduous months of consulting (battling belligerently)  with my drunken rage-filled editor. So, rejoice in the hopes that Drugs and Pancakes will be served sometime before the end of the year.

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More Drugs and More Pancakes (NSFW)

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“Hello?” It was a deep gravely voice. “Dad?” David recognized the voice. “Hey boy. How are you doing?” It was his father. David was accustomed to talking to his parents when he was high, but, at the moment, he was … Continue reading

More Drugs and More Pancakes

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It didn’t take long for James to come along and nudge him with his fat stump of an arm. As large as a mountain and twice as silent, James didn’t say anything when David staggered up and glared at him … Continue reading

Drugs and Pancakes II

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Vasovaga Syncope is a fainting episode mediated by the Vagus Nerve. Tabor’s Medical Dictionary describes this as a “feeling of impending death.” David compared it to already being dead. No dreams, no ability to tell if any time has passed, … Continue reading

Drugs And Pancakes II

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Vasovaga Syncope is a fainting episode mediated by the Vagus Nerve. Tabor’s Medical Dictionary describes this as a “feeling of impending death.” David compared it to already being dead. No dreams, no ability to tell if any time has passed, … Continue reading

Drugs and Pancakes (Excerpt)

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Monday finally decided to show its ugly face, and Dom welcomed its ghoulish grin as a relief from a weekend wrought with unrelieved sexual frustration and drama. While belligerently stumbling down the halls of Streamwood High, he lifted his head … Continue reading