9:52 Thursday night. Thick summer fog has settled in along the coast, reaching as far inland as downtown. It’s foggy, but not cold. Soon, the dance floor at Zelo will be filled with scantily clad UCSB coeds getting hammered on Jagermeister and flirting with anyone who says he drives a BMW. The Mobil station is […]
The hood of the car is an island of warmth in the black sea of space. I don’t know her name, she was in the wedding. […]
They stood there for what seemed like a thousand years, bathed in the light from the Golden Gate Bridge. No moon, and only the few stars bright enough to fight their way past the skyline glow were visible. […]
The Magic Theatre’s presentation of Mules, by Winsome Pinnock is a funny and sad look at the market dynamics of international narcotics smuggling in the 90’s. […]
The bag she brought in was a model number KT303 twenty-two inch standard rolling carrier that looked like it had been hit with a truck immediately before it was dropped from a great height. […]
Only qualified teenagers should ever think of this maneuver, and nobody should do it, ever, for any reason. […]
My companion seems to be considering me, a lazy half smile on her face, smooth amber skin gleaming in the low light, a mischievous gleam in her dark eyes. […]
Freud realized that these [electroshock] treatments were only a form of covert suggestion with no lasting therapeutic effect. The failure of this treatment led to his experimentation with hypnosis. […]