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Darrell Vickers – Chapter Fifteen: We’re Here. We’re Here. You Lucky, Lucky People

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on September 10, 2019 by segarini


I’d been doing a little shopping myself.  After lunch, Alchemy walked into her office to find a ‘50s-style leather jacket and motorcycle cap hanging on an antique coat rack.  Next to her phone, I placed the evilest pair of sunglasses I could find.  And in her chair, I put a big poster of Marlon Brando from The Wild One.  Except, I cut out a picture of Alchemy’s face and pasted it over Marlon’s.

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Darrell Vickers – Chapter Fourteen: Ten Pounds of Shit in a Five Pound Bag

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on August 6, 2019 by segarini

Back in the grandest suite that the Four Season’s Hotel has to offer, Angela Cartwright stared at the check while sipping champagne from a long-stem crystal flute.  When that ran out, there was another entire bottle of Dom very-good-year Perignon in the ice-bucket beside her.  This was the kind of establishment that charged north of 25 bucks a mug for room-service coffee in the morning.  This suite was so expensive, if you had a naked Keira Knightly’s open mouth next to the complimentary snack cupboard, it still wouldn’t be worth it.  Punjab certainly knew what it took to impress someone of her stature.  And he wasn’t only impressing her!  Punji was also delighting her famous co-star who was hearing all about it on the other end of a faux daffodil phone.  Only her side of the conversation was interesting, so I’ll spare you Mr. Mumy’s contributions.

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Darrell Vickers – FtN – Chapter Thirteen

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on July 30, 2019 by segarini


The night was warm and still and the sky was a Christmas tree of lights.  Polo and Artie were leaning against the limo and indulging in that age-old nighttime-under-the-stars activity, contemplating existence.  It’s not hard to feel small or lost or reflective when gazing up into the randomness and infinity of space and time.  I did it in college, once.  I lay in the grass, stoned on peyote, but the stars all kind of mushed together into a big drippy, lightie blob.  It wasn’t nearly as attractive or profound as I had hoped.  And then some asshole ran over my chest with his bike.  Fuck, that hurt.

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Darrell Vickers – Chapter Twelve: Watch Out For This Asshole

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on July 23, 2019 by segarini

The next day, the ennui had returned.  That is, if I had ennui.  I can’t remember exactly what it is.  It sounds French and I know that Lou Reed wrote a song about it on the “Sally Can’t Dance” album and it was a pretty sad song so it’s got to have something to do with being bummed out, right?  Anyway, if I wasn’t ennuied, I was definitely bummed out.  Artie had been at my Sugar Smacks again and I had to have Carla’s waffles for breakfast.  But that wasn’t really why I was feeling so bummed.  That’s why I was feeling so nauseous.  No, this bummedoutedness (that’s got to be a word – especially in this day and age) was because I was feeling lost.

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Darrell Vickers – Chapter Eleven You Better Bite the Head Off That So It Doesn’t Follow You Home

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on July 16, 2019 by segarini

I don’t know what was wrong with me.  No matter how great things were getting, no matter how my garden of good fortune kept sprouting new blossoms, I just couldn’t stop thinking about “you know who”.  I mean, we spent some time together in the common room and we’d had a drink but it’s not like we were best buddies.  If you get right down to it, she wasn’t even my type.  Sure, she was beat-your-knob-with-a-claw-hammer beautiful and smelled like springtime in the mountains, but Alchemy was a little too driven for my taste.  There wasn’t a lot of “sit back with a Bud and put your feet up” in that girl.  Harvey had started posting a Salesman-of-the-Month plaque in the lobby.  Her iridescent face had been on that thing ever since it was put up.  I was making a South-American-Dictator fortune; I can’t even imagine how much Alchemy must have been pulling down.  All I know is, she wasn’t pulling anything else down.  Tut tut.  There I go, thinking about sex again.

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Darrell Vickers – FtN Chapter Ten: You Mean?…Exactly!

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on July 9, 2019 by segarini

I wrote a large check and Polo fucked-off to do whatever it is I hired him to do and I went to have a last cup of gourmet coffee before heading home to my new house and furniture.

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Darrell Vickers – Chapter Nine: He Came Back For His Propeller

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on June 25, 2019 by segarini

It was super fortunate that I had already earned my first advance back because now it was all gone and then some.  The next morning I was back at Harve’s door with a very large hat in hand.  I heard his usual, cheery and stentorian voice beckon me hither.   I wonder if anyone has ever been beckoned yon.  I suppose it’s possible.

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