Tuesday, September 28, 2010

most peculiar mama



yes.

9.28.10

i think about train hopping, traveling, cities passing by in a blur of filth and steel. destinations unknown materialize with no introduction; truck-bed naps make distance nonexistent, and miles pass regardless of my desires or dreams. i'll keep that thumb out by the roadside diner, crash at some waitress's spare room, and just make it by.

Sunday, September 19, 2010


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america!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

fiction 09.16.10

"roy will call, i swear."

my mother boarded the bus, after tossing her overloaded bag in the compartment below. i watched her leave and felt nothing.

at this point, we had been living together for a few months. my father was back in town, so she re-appeared, latching on, attempting to keep the family together. he'd show for a few days then disappear for another week with no contact; she'd be in and out of touch with him, waiting for some reassurance. while she stayed with me, she'd leave for hours, or even days at a time, and i knew she was crashing with him in some heroin den, blocking out sunlight and reality with every hit.

after three months of this behavior, i attempted an intervention, but on my own it was close to impossible. i thought, after watching the tv show of the same name, that i had the right words to say, but she was past my help. after countless rejections, i told her she had to leave my house; her actions were far too destructive and painful for me to bear.

that's what brought us to this bus station today. i'm not even sure who roy is, honestly. i think it's her drug dealer in seattle. i can't care anymore.


delorean, yeah!
unexpected approach.
one of my favorite blogs, six sentences, had this great entry today:

No, Ma'am, it's not at all an odd request that I cut your obese eight year old son's $25 steak up into bite-sized pieces before serving it to him. Sure, Sir, I'll take a picture of you pretending to take a bite of your underage girlfriend's crotch with a fork and knife, and by the way, that's very creative and funny. Nope, I don't mind at all that you place your hands on my waist and push me to the side, ever so subtly grazing your hand over my ass as you pass by. Of course, folks, you can take a picture of me to show all your friends back in Texas "the tiniest waitress you've ever seen." Yes, I do this to pay my bills. No, this wasn't quite what I was planning on doing with my degree.

-Tia Napolitano













night train tonight.

Thursday, September 9, 2010






on a small black kick.
or, a small black kid.



Friday, September 3, 2010



this song gets better with every listen. also:



bikes. mark. spankrock. what else do you need, really?