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Showdown at the Gower Gulch 

I owe a biker named MADD a cup of coffee and he’s not going to let me forget it.

And every time we meet there is some kind of weird standoff.

This was tonight’s.

It’s late. The easy sounds of steam and trickle as baristas make drinks, chat. Solo patrons kick back, skim laptop screens, sip coffee.

JESSICA at the pickup counter, waits for her hot chocolate. Straws... sugar... milk... She glances over the condiments stand—

Notices she's standing in a SHADOW:

A large, Michael Clarke Duncan-esque figure, MADD, stirs his coffee to her right, blocks the light. She turns her attention back to unwrapping her pink and red Valentine's Day cookie, minds her own business.

Silence, and then,

MADD (O.S.): Well I'll be... Wyatt Earp.
Tension as their eyes meet.
JESSICA: Hello, Madd.
MADD: Got here before you tonight.
JESSICA: Got to get here after me if you want that free cup of coffee.
MADD: You've got more excuses than a person who's about to be arrested.
He looks Jessica up and down; she's dressed in sweats.
MADD: You slummin' tonight?
JESSICA: Yeah, I am.
MADD: Ain't nothing wrong with that.
He buttons his slick, black overcoat, leaves—
He pauses, looks over his shoulder. Jessica grits her teeth.
JESSICA: There isn't.
Madd makes no sign that he's heard her, continues on.

That is a true story. I swear.

PS: Sarsaparilla

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Twilight Quiet 

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Drug-store Cowboy 

Today, mere hours after having ordered a new cell phone for Friday delivery, my current cell phone suffered some sort of wack attack and semi-randomly snapped in half. I can't do much save wait for the new phone.

In place of getting frustrated, however; I visited the Portal to Another Dimension. Because I know somehow its forces have something to do with my phone. Or because I can get hot chocolate there.

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Tales From the Gower Gulch
- Caper
- Parallel
- Two Corners
- Showdown

I dipped into the notorious Starbucks for a vanilla cupcake (and a brawl)... But there was no sign of Madd and his gang. Most likely this is because he is afraid of me.

PS: My formula is mystifying.

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Caught Elsewhere 

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The Everlasting Spiral 

earth the swirling milky way’s the sky watery space above and below the surface of leaves your body can be healthy and branches that grow into planets and pulsars and pulses because what’s in your blood as mercury orbits above and flows in the waters will be the ground will be spaces will be you in space will fill the spaces of your life lungs heart eyes and drink in the skies as they are night sparkle and purple dark beams pinpoints prickling through layers of tannin that float on the fiords creating velvet ceilings with lights from underneath from leaves from trees that stand tall flipped above tangled in stars of the dark heavens of space over under it’s a mirror the earth the place between and here you can walk swim fly live if you don’t blink

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