Waiting for William S. Burroughs

The thought of leaving me unprotected while a price remained on my head like a glass waiting for William S. Burroughs, prevented John from being at peace in the days before his death. Promising him I’d seek refuge in solitary confinement was the only way to allay his worried mind. Keeping my promise meant total […]



To Andy Campbell, ex-friend, liar, backstabber, and deceiver, Congratulations, leaving my night vision binoculars at the scene of YOUR crime was a pretty clever thing to do. I’m guessing you figured my fingerprints would seal the deal, but how did you know about my arrest back when I was a stupid kid? I never said […]

A Liar of Myself

This would be another good spot to leverage the revision process by incorporating more running commentary on my authorial development into the context of my fast-failing health. If the reader remembers, near the end of chapter five there was mention of a slight cough and generalized fatigue. At that time, I implied those ailments would […]

She Said her Name Was Hecate

Crazy Dream!! I find myself in a mall with an elderly woman who looks like Mom but, she’s my aunt, although I don’t have any aunts in real life. We’re on a weekend getaway, engaged in an incestuous tryst as there’s a strong sexual undertone, including some touching and even kissing at opportune moments. While […]

Poor Little Bastard

Perhaps I’m at risk of turning this memoir into Mom’s hagiography, but previous to her cognitive decline, I can’t recall any instances of her words or actions burning, or even smouldering with the hatred of a single sun let alone a thousand. With that in mind, I’ll now explain the eavestrough metaphor mentioned in the […]

Tiny Cockles

Heinrich ‘Holocaust’ Himmler was an overachieving psychopath who became the supreme commander of the Schutzstaffel (SS) in 1929 at the age of twenty-nine, and soon after, he acquired Wewelsburg castle with the hopes of creating a ceremonial centre. The castle’s walls, floors, and ceilings were promptly decorated with occult symbols related to Germanic mythology, one […]

Grey is the Colour

Back at home a heavy drink was poured and near its bottom I found the nerve to call the number connected to the address. It went unanswered and there was no personal voicemail greeting which would’ve revealed important details about the number’s owner, like whether they were male or female. Subsequent calls went unanswered as […]

Rear Area Pig

During a monitored phone call with my literary agent, it was suggested to me that I look for inspiration in the lives of other authors who seized upon the opportunity to write while serving custodial sentences. I would’ve taken my usual notes throughout the conversation but was unlucky enough to have misplaced my stubby, prison-issued […]