Archive for Darrell Vickers

DARRELL VICKERS – CHAPTER SIX: THE CULT

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , on November 13, 2018 by segarini

A 1976 Jeep Laredo tore through the desiccated Malibu hills. Dirt and pebbles, abruptly torn from their slumbers, rose in umbrage in its wake. These uber-skinny, impossibly windy roads are L.A.’s great equalizer. No matter how rich and famous you are or how Versailles-like your digs, every time you pull your imported sports car out of the driveway, you risk receiving a mouthful of delivery truck. Or Jeep – because the girls were testing every known law of physics, especially centrifugal force, as they careened their way back to The Cult Mansion.

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DARRELL VICKERS – ‘BU HOUSE CHAPTER FIVE: BOY MEETS GIRLS

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , on November 6, 2018 by segarini

‘BU HOUSE: CHAPTER FIVE – BOY MEETS GIRLS

A highly exclusive brand of eventide that you just can’t get in Bellflower or Willowbrook had fallen upon the land and sea. The beaming moon stood guard over the Earth’s most cherished children as they slumbered in their king-sized feather-mattressed beds. Hills full of wildflowers graciously wafted their delicate scents through the mild evening air. Little fuzzy bunnies hopped to and fro in gardens of purple kohlrabi, prickly caterpillar bean, white tomesol, black krim tomatoes and rainbow carrots. Shit nobody has ever heard of and even fewer people eat. Little did the local lagomorphs and ruminants suspect that the tubers and legumes they were blithely nibbling on would cost them upwards of a year’s salary if they were to purchase them at a Gelson’s or Mrs. Gooch’s.

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DARRELL VICKERS – ‘BU HOUSE: CHAPTER FOUR – THE ARRIVAL

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , on October 30, 2018 by segarini

 A phone that Phillip Marlowe might have owned was ringing in a living room he might have found a dead body in. And the dead guy would have been the lucky one. Books and cigarette butts and liquor bottles appeared to be its only decoration. Teetering towards this ancient communications device on spindly, inebriated legs was The Amos Drawling. Sleeveless 45’s, fossilized foodstuffs and expired prescription pills crunched under his wobbly feet as he coughed and sloshed his way along.

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DARRELL VICKERS – ‘BU HOUSE CHAPTER THREE: THE ROAD GOES ON FOREVER…

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , on October 23, 2018 by segarini

DARRELL VICKERS – ‘BU HOUSE CHAPTER THREE: THE ROAD GOES ON FOREVER…

There are few crucibles more harrowing and arduous than transcontinental travel by bus. These overheated, murderously under-deodorized rolling disease incubators make Gandhi’s March for Salt feel like Emma Woodhouse merrily gavotting through the Surrey countryside. It is easy to understand why Admiral Scott chose to march his men to an icy, grisly grave rather than catch a Greyhound to the South Pole. Those seemingly comfy seats, when first sat upon, have the soft and silky come-hither feel of a loud-laughin’, close-dancin’ Fotomat clerk at a Two-Bucks-For-Any-Well-Drink Barn Dance. After a scant few hours though, you begin to pick up the first clues that she may not actually be the girl of your dreams. After a couple of days, you’d gladly sell your cock to get away from her.

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DARRELL VICKERS – ‘BU HOUSE CHAPTER TWO: EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS APPEALING

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on October 15, 2018 by segarini

 

DARRELL VICKERS – ‘BU HOUSE CHAPTER TWO: EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS APPEALING

Far from where Yahtzee dice are tossed and Crokinole flick-fingers throb, a proud performer tradition as old as Menandor and Aristophanes was being played out on an Equity-Waiver production of Lerner & Lowe.

The Melvin Swindheim Theatre was ignominiously formed in 1983. At the very best of times… it’s closed. On the weekends however, it theoretically seats ninety-three criminally undiscerning customers. The bigger the cast, the more relatives and friends they can wheedle and cajole into the stands. Thus, My Fair Lady. The stage was crammed with as many non-paid dancers and turn-of-the-century street scamps as the fire marshal would allow.

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DARRELL VICKERS – ‘BU HOUSE CHAPTER ONE: THE NEWS AND THE BLUES

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on October 9, 2018 by segarini

DARRELL VICKERS – ‘BU HOUSE: Here Comes the Sun CHAPTER ONE THE NEWS AND THE BLUES

When the year 1992 was barely in its infancy, the world as we knew it was being turned upside down. It was being turned inside out. Its hair was being pulled and aluminum foil was being dragged across its front teeth. The Soviet Union had ceased to be. George H. Bush had just lost his lunch into the lap of the Japanese Prime Minister. The former Yugoslavia was about to be torn to pieces by three years of brutal war, genocide and inhuman suffering.

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Pat Blythe – Tales of Oregon and New Friendships Forged….

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 4, 2018 by segarini

I’m not sure how to start today’s column. Sitting listening to Eddie Bullen’s smooth jazz and picturing Oregon in my mind. There are long pauses between each sentence I type. Wrapping up someone’s life…..it’s not easy. It’s deeply personal and highly emotional. Frank put everything he had into his writing, almost desperate to “spread the word” about the music and artists he loved.  I knew he struggled with his own demons as well so I wasn’t sure what pieces of Frank I was going to find.

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