402 W. Mission

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 […]

East Camino Revisited

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. […]

Breaking Up for the Last Time Again

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. […]

That Time in I.V.

Only qualified teenagers should ever think of this maneuver, and nobody should do it, ever, for any reason. […]

Saturday in L.A.

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. […]