With the windows rolled down and the summer pop-punk music blasting, the two friends cruised the Garden State Parkway at 75 miles per hour, heading south onto the Jersey Cape as the sun disappeared to the west, its streaks reflecting off aviators while a salty scent of ocean air swept through the vintage 80’s K-car. Their conversation hadn’t stopped in over an hour…
“… It would be simple and affordable. And cute of course. I’d bring her a flower, but just one. Unless it’s a special occasion because I wouldn’t want to overdo it or freak her out. It wouldn’t be a rose either. They’re nice but for a simple date, I’d prefer something, I don’t know, more playful I guess.. like a white carnation.”
“Definitely! And I would leave something on her doorstep because its all about the surprises and what could be better than waking up to something like that?”
“See boss, we’re thinking on those courtly love levels again, and lets be honest with ourselves, that’s just not at all what they really want, even though they’ll say all day that it is.”
The song faded as the car slowed to a stop at the traffic light on Stone Harbor Boulevard, a place that was a heart ache for the driver. Don’t call me peanut by Bayside was next on the ipod shuffle.
Irony. Continue reading “but thy eternal summer shall not fade” »
I never thought it could happen, that Wildwood would lose its beach. I thought for sure it would be awfully bizarre if the ocean actually came up onto the island being that the beaches are so gigantic. We often joke about them saying we have to “Walk across the Sahara” to get to the sea, or it’s a place you might run into TuskenRaiders.. now, it’s submerged. The ocean has swept up against and under the boardwalk and spilled onto the island. The bay side has flooded too and also extended onto the island and up to the Garden State Parkway which had reported tornadoes touching down earlier this evening. Continue reading “me, myself and Irene” »
“The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.” – Chuck Palahniuk
The red neon lights of the Melrose Diner flickered on the humid corner of Broad and Snyder Street. I was alone again, tired, wielding a cigarette and peering through fog covered glass listening to melodic sounds of clinking forks and a familiar 1950’s tune, earth-angel, resounding from the juke box. Sighing for the ninetieth time, I rubbed my bloodshot eyes and tried to remember the last time I slept. Two hours ago I left Cape May in a car that’s air conditioner broke, so I could be here at this obscure hour to meet someone who needed to “give me a story.” Usually I know who I’m going to set up an interview with, at least I get a name and some general background information but with this I didn’t have anything. Which is odd to begin with, but it was even stranger that I kind of glumly agreed to it, as if in a daze. I guess I figured I had nothing to lose, considering my rather desperate situation.
Continue reading “a prologue” »