Somnambulist

I went walking on a whim late last night by mySelf. Part of downtown Tucson is incredibly dark and lifeless. I walked past a few sketchy, notably drunk individuals. “Hi,” one said. Keep walking. The other side of downtown was hopping like it was Friday night. There was a huge line at 191 Toole to…

Highways of the Higher Self

I have had cars come and go in my life, and there’s one in particular that will always “be the one” for me. My dad and I flew down to Atlanta when I was thirteen to pick up a car in northern Florida. When I first laid eyes upon this beauty of a car I knew that I would never look at another car the same way again.

A Pleasure Model’s Guide to Finding a Real Job (Part I)

Lursula wasn’t in the business of petting kitty cats. She actually loved cats. Which is why she was in the booming business of petting humans. Lursula was made of daggers. Her customers knew that—but they didn’t seem to care about it. To her, a paying customer was never wrong—though that never stopped her from questioning…