Short and Suite #10 : Reserved For Poetry

I saw a guy driving out of the parking garage as I drove in.
I thought, I sometimes like to be the kind of guy who's looking for somewhere to go at 1:15 A.M.
Walking from my car and dragging a Marlboro (yuck),
I looked up into a streeplamp through the rain,
And I saw raindrops bouncing--
BOUNCING!!!
--off of leaves.
This sort of thing, I thought, was
Reserved for poetry.

-Alfonzo

Twenty-Fourth Post (Vlad)

Go Downtown (Alan)

On Love (Bridget)

Something Convivial (Alfonzo)

April Bud (Alan)

Brokeback Maintenance Man (Chaz)

Short and Suite #9 : The Goat

There's a video clip you absolutely have to see.

And this one is the same, only for dial-up readers.

The internet is a wonderous thing. This is the infamous Brody being surprised, in his own room, by some guy with his cock and balls out. Apparently he was giving "the goat".

I've got at least two good posts in me since Thursday, but I haven't quite had the time. I swear I'll post something significant by the end of the week.

-Alan

Burned out, exhausted, maybe a little sick.

But the world is right again.

I Am a Super Spy! Or, Platform Gaijin

Not Feeling It (Chaz)

"If I'm That Close To Someone's Body, We're Usually Having Sex." Or, Everything You've Heard About Tokyo Public Transport Is True (Bridget)

It's In The Water (Alfonzo)

Flooding The Groundwaves (Alan)

The Man Who Heard Nothing (Alan)

A Very Large Hole OR Monsieur Broca's Dilemma (Alan)

Every Breath You Take (Alfonzo)

I Shake My Fist (Bridget)

Drugs On Drugs (Alan)

Okay, three is my cutoff. The next time I post, it will be a legitimate post.
Short and Suite #7
Alan and Carl are sitting on Carl's bed, and Alan is rolling a joint. He grinds the leaf with his fingers and drops it into an empty paper cylinder. Poking the leaves down, the cylinder contracts, its opening much wider than it is tall. Alan rolls the joint in his fingers until he hears a loud snap, at which point the joint regains its cylindrical shape.
Carl : You think, maybe, that you might have dropped a stem in there?
Alan : Naw.

Short and Suite #6
Oh Rattus rattus d'murinae
Amble through your secret way
Dextrous, no but nimble, yes
With tooth and claw you pass the test
Allay the fool and you can rest

-Vlad

Bridget By Proxy (Alan/Bridget)

Okay, I'll jump on this "Short and Suite" bandwagon.

Short and Suite #4 :
Walking from my car to my building, I wind up behind a girl on her cell phone.
Girl : I'll quit if you qu.... I'll won't smoke any cigarettes if you don't do any coke.
She hangs up the phone, glances at me over her shoulder, and laughs uncomfortably.


Short and Suite #5 :
I was watching TV in the basement of Dauten, when one of my old floormates comes and sits next to me. During a commercial break, he speaks.
Asher : You know, I was outside earlier, and I saw these four guys. One of them was on crutches, so the rest of the guys had stopped to wait for him. And they stood there for five minutes, and none of them said a word. Guys can do that. Isn't that cool? That guys can be in the same place, not doing anything, and not talk to each other? If there was a girl there... pssh, that would have ruined everything.
The Daily Show came back on, and we didn't speak another word to each other until he left.

Should've Been A Math Major (Chaz)

Short and Suite #3

I don't know, man. E-mail is really handy and stuff, but there are some things that you just gotta go and do in person.

Here's what I'm talking about. I got this e-mail a couple minutes ago :
"Please make your way down to the basements of your buildings if you are checking this now. There seems to be a tornado heading this way and to make sure that everyone is safe, we ask you to do this right away (at least until 5:55pm). Thanks a lot."

Yeah, thanks a fucking bundle. Come and knock on my door, if it's that important.

At least I'm not dead.

-Chaz