Hall of the Monkey King

i just watched collateral with tom cruise and jamie foxx. jamie foxx has surprised me as an actor. he was pretty good in this and in ray . as for tom cruise, well he's better at being tom cruise than ben affleck is at being ben affleck. i'll link the previous parts later. _______________________________________________ I had become friends with Dina during the outer fringes of the last house. It wasn't until later that I found out she was a dancer. She was a pretty blonde girl with a bit of what some call sass. Once, in a drunken haze she had vowed "I'm going to have him." This was made about Neighbor Bob the night she met him. And true to her word, the two of them have been married for several years now. It was never really in question. From the moment the two of them got together it was almost impossible to think of them as separate entities regardless of the fact he was ten years her senior. The wedding was down in New Orleans during the Jazz Fe

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Years ago I lived in a dank dark basement that had artificial turf that did a poor job of pretending to be a carpet. And while I have a lot of good memories associated with said basement, there are two that really I could do without. One was that my iguana (the most hateful creature on this and any other plane of existence) died. His name was Gureau and we named a song after him on our cd. His dying isn't the bad part of the memory. The bad part had to do with a dinner date I had with a beatiful girl, or lack thereof. Since he died we thought maybe we should bury him in the backyard. Which we did, the services were very nice, we said a few kind words and expected him to claw his way to the surface, through the earth and stone, defying death itself to take one last bite out of my flesh transferring his undead lizard ways into my bloodstream......oh, sorry. So there I was cleaning out his tank and the bastard somehow managed to put me into the hospital. So instead of delicious ch

i'm bored. so i'm getting in my car and driving west until i find a pool hall. hopefully when i get there all the inhabitants will have a combined total of more teeth than me.

Parts: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight ____________________________________________ The crowd of people that flooded the house continued to grow so it was good when it moved out of the apartment into a house in another town. Like nomads, vagabonds, we followed it. The place was pivotal in our lives. In a time where only drug dealers had beepers, if you needed to find someone this was the place to go. There were enough people coming and going that whoever you were looking for, someone knew where they could be found. Anytime you wanted to know where a party was regardless of where in the county, this was where to go. If there was a show going on somewhere people here would know about it. If there was a trek down to the shore in the winter, if there was a gambling binge down in Atlantic City this was where it would begin. At this point in time we even had strangers from other states stopping by that noone knew. I remember an old man who drove cross country in a jeep

Is it that it's enclosed that screaming in a car seems more venomous? We tossed thoughts, stinging, back and forth, frustration sawing through the material into the intangible. Inexperience leant a hand and the result was that my car ended up smack in the center of the train tracks, tires flattened. And no amount of anger was going to move it. The fight ended and I sent her home. She was drunk again and I was tired of fighting anyway. It wasn't our first fight and wouldn't be our last. It did however solidify my stance on the situation. Slowly she began the walk home, regret weighing on her, but not enough to keep her from getting drunk again, or fighting. But the problem at hand was, how was I going to get my car off the tracks. Lingering remnants of the fight took little bites out of me as I fished out some change to make a phone call. My first call was to my friend Jay. I had totalled his mom's car once and miraculously escaped unscathed. He laughed the whole way ove

For those of you who don't know, my name is Shin. (Mr Shin Anigans...get it?) You don't get my real last name or google will find me. As of right now, heh I haven't a clue where it will take you, medical dictionaries, sports equipment, men with unique body part fetishes. I have a job where I have to speak to many people on a regular basis. And it's almost expected that whomever I speak with will say "I'm sorry what was your name?" at least once. They might even require spelling. And sometimes after spelling they just give up. As if I've refuse to tell them my real name and just picked a random word out of Webster's Magical Lexicon. Is this something that happens to everyone....meaning those of you with normal names, do you get this? Glomgold is excluded from answering this question as I know his name and it's not normal. Of course it isn't a body part. So as a break from my story, I will now lead you down a strange little trail of m

It helped that the apartment was above the bakery in the middle of downtown. On quiet nights voices would echo and bounce from empty building to empty building. Storefronts, dead, bleak...uncomplaining. There were midnight football games played in the streets. Asphalt bruises and drunken grins. And there were always people at the house. The permanent residents were Norm, Jen, Crispy and Eric the estranged. Up until now you haven't met Eric. That's because he had been banished for being crazy. I had liked him but was wary after the madness. He had been dating a girl named Melissa who was living with my friend Martina, whom you will meet later. In passing Melissa had mentioned that she thought a certain model in a magazine looked sexy with his nipple pierced. The next day Eric showed up where she worked. His head was freshly shorn and he had a brown paper lunch bag. Silently he sauntered up to her, placed the bag in front of her and left the store without a word. Opening th