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candy flipping | Promise Keeper

I could hear Gloria talking on a cellphone. Candyflipping. That’s what she was saying we were doing. She was under the impression we had taken acid and Ecstasy. I didn’t care.
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Promise Keeper | back to school

The ride to the city college was dark and windy. I left the house at six, before Crystal got home.

I had attended the college briefly, thirty years earlier, so I knew my way around. There was plenty of time to kill, and I pedaled slowly, menacingly, hoping to provoke some dipshit security guard into a little excitement. I got some looks, but that’s all.

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Promise Keeper | bananarama

It was a relief to get back home. I looked at the clock and couldn’t believe what I saw. It was two fifteen. What a jam packed couple of hours. This was life the way I saw fit. Who really had time to work? Life on this planet was an irreplaceable commodity. What was a day worth? What were the past two hours worth?
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Promise Keeper | glory


I rode up to Starbucks. The reflection in the window startled me. I had forgotten about the costume I was wearing. This could explain some of the problems I was having today.
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PROMISE KEEPER | thirst

The bike was my friend. I was wishing I had given it a bath. The world has most definitely gone mad. This is why I don’t get out much. Shit happens to me that cannot happen to most people.
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PROMISE KEEPER | stranglehold


The weed came in waves. I actually found myself wishing I’d smoked less. I found myself wondering if Crystal booby trapped the weed. I found myself plotting revenge. Ajax in the cocaine or some shit. I shook it off, grabbed my wallet and hit the streets.
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i don’t like it when people know about me | PROMISE KEEPER

Big Jim had spooked the shit out of me. Videos and speakers. Who would have thought he was getting this advanced? Then he’s calm as can be and turns me loose with a bike. I needed a shot of cognac. I put the bike in the garage. The weight bench still had white stains from the cocaine on it. I ran my finger over the stain and licked it. Twang! It changed my mind. No coke. Read the rest of this entry »

Quickies | medical marijuana


what was i thinking about? is it gone? an absence of words. and absence of neurosis. spelling takes all my thinking power. an absence of action. an absence of words. an absence of neurosis. i had a big idea and by the time i got logged on it was gone.

PROMISE KEEPER | …stealth…

Jessica Biel in STEALTH Movie

The day after Christmas, Crystal went to work. I don’t work. I don’t go to a job. It never works out. Read the rest of this entry »

walk on | PROMISE KEEPER

It was just a trip to Del Taco. A sunny afternoon, a laid back California afternoon and I had a beautiful buzz. Sticky skunky weed and a little wine and a little of myself, you know sometimes I butt into my own buzz and I just start grooving. I still had the Cadillac you see and the top was down and the stereo was blasting Jethro Tull. Read the rest of this entry »

PROMISE KEEPER | Paddy Paul

My lawyers’ name is Paul Paddy. He was one of Frankie’s nerd buddies back in high school. They started a club in high school, the King Tut Club. Fucking idiots. Anyway Paddy liked weed and one summer day we sat in my ’64 Saab and smoked weed at the San Clemente campground. We ate a dozen deviled eggs apiece. I respected him for that. He could hang and as we grew older he could put away booze and handle all the partying that I could. How he got through law school, or college for that matter, is beyond me.
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Recipe for DIABETIC PIZZA

sliced eggplant

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ok ok ok…i drank my way into diabetes…it’s official. now what? Read the rest of this entry »

PROMISE KEEPER | daffy duffel


Up at the top of my closet there is a duffel bag. It only gets opened when there is coke or speed in my system and I don’t know why. Needless to say, I got the step stool out of the laundry room and took it to my closet. The sea of clothing parted as I leaned against them and my fingers touched the rough, duffel fabric. My grip brought it to me and I carried it down. Read the rest of this entry »

Promise Keeper | going apeshit


I stopped in the garage to store the monkey head.
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promise keeper | Big Jim

Rumor has it Big Jim just got out of jail for assaulting a paramedic. Rumor has it Big Jim called the paramedic to his house because his woman was dying. Then Big Jim attacked the paramedic for saying something derogatory about the local basketball team.
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