Get Me Out of Here

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No rules, no boundaries. Rules and boundaries are oppressive. Damian wanted to go where he wanted whenever he wanted. He wanted most to go where Inger was and get what was his.Continue Reading

Squatting Aint Homeless

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Dope Fan cribs, totally chill, hide gnarly vibes. Damian squats in Inger’s pad, rigs Charlie’s gear, streams easy—40 hours of MMORPG grind, yo. Black Hand Coffee fuels his chill with Bunny Ayu, but Tala’s comin’ Continue Reading

Damian aka Herbert Leslie Glickman

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And then the wall between tangible truth and fantasy blurs. Characters I write about pierce the veil and traverse the haze. There is more to the amputated finger found in an abandoned Escalade.Continue Reading

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The fashy world of black block and a polite arrest record of protests is folly for a family trying to stay afloat in the coal hills of Wise County, VA. Neesha has deep hillbilly girl roots. She’s from the same southwestern corner of Virginia that Charlie’s kin are from. Charlie,Continue Reading

Buffet at Wynn The Debrief

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I said Sal would give the debrief. So here we go. To recap, it’s a month or so after Sal and his family executed their escape plan from PUDFARB. They are in Paradise Valley, NV at the casino. It is Sunday. Sal and his family are eating breakfast in theContinue Reading

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Inger and Ophie blame charlie. Charlie‘s crimes are first-world sins. Things would be easier if he would do something demonstrable like wear a MAGA hat at a BLM protest. They are not easier. Charlie is a couch slug. He gets space on this blog because Inger and Ophie won’t stopContinue Reading

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Ophelia-Teale Tailiafero aka Madam Teale was born in 1988 to old Virginia money. Her parents, Calvin Taliafero and Iris Rolfe invested in Microsoft and Apple when both companies were small. They also bought income property in NVA before DC encroached on Fairfax County. Quickly, nobody but her Mom ever callsContinue Reading

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I’m too nice. I believe in the basic goodness of man. What a good Christian man does is confess his sin and repent. Neesha . . . not so much. Neesha love is poison. She is evil. I tried visiting her at Chippenham Hospital’s Tucker Pavilion. It didn’t go well.Continue Reading

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Neesha, Queen of Karinostan. You’ve met Neesha. She’s the perpetually angry, easily triggered woman whose every third word is “racist”. Roses are racist. Daisies are racist. Roaches are racist. Marlboro Red is racist. White people? Born racist and innately evil. Neesha has spoken. Let’s add the word, “innately” because NeeshaContinue Reading

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Charlie is useless Boogaloo Couch Slug. He howls like a wounded toddler at the suggestion that the empty bag of Cheetos belongs in the trash. Then he’ll petulantly ask you to do that for him. The empty Chinese Takeout containers? Ain’t there people for that? Charlie the Boogaloo Couch SlugContinue Reading