This time it’s from a novella I’m working on called Porno En Fuego (tentatively).
Bounding from the end of the bar, Bob Farcas was on Henry Sera like a great glandular chipmunk. His cheeks puffed—“HENRY, it’s great to see you again! Shots?” A pause to look at the bar “. . . shots!”
“Farcas, you prick, are [...]
Today I went out to Coney Island, I was out on business and afterward I took a stroll down to the boardwalk. The whole sky was grey, rain was alternating between a fine mist and a steady drizzle; just light enough that you wouldn’t get anything more than damp by walking around in it. The [...]
. . . But so what? Everything is fucked. Still, today the intorwebby is all aflutter with the nymag article about condo firesales over on the Williamsburg waterfront. The neighborhood has gone apeshit along with the rest of the nation over the last decade. Williamsburg boomed like all of the other tough places turned sexy; [...]
It finally happened—I gave up on my own little hand-rolled blogs and decided to switch to WordPress. Anyway, here we are in yet another incarnation of DBOYM. The idea is that I will be updating this thing more than once every three months, perhaps I’ll even be able to stick to that rigorous schedule. We’ll [...]