The mob in pursuit throws dead rats at the van. 

When we land the flight attendants warn us to move as quickly through the airport as possible.  “There is a van waiting outside for you. The driver is holding a sign that says 'Rothschild.' Your baggage will be brought to you.” “What's this all about?” I say, but when she opens the doors, and we … Continue reading The mob in pursuit throws dead rats at the van. 

But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe.

“May I speak with Ramdas Bingaman, please?” “Speaking. Who is this?” “Charles Bellaforte in the ISBL front office here.” “Ah, so good to hear from you, Charles. I was beginning to wonder.” “Sorry about that, sir. I have been on the phone with Regency Travel all day trying to arrange your flight to Uzbekistan. In … Continue reading But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe.

I need to find Katie, check with the league, evade the snipers, avoid the celebrity cheese vigilantes, and find out where I am supposed to be next. Uzbekistan is a big country.

I need to find Katie, check with the league, evade the snipers, avoid the celebrity cheese vigilantes, and find out where I am supposed to be next. Uzbekistan is a big country. I don’t even know where I am supposed to land. Do they even have airports there? I round the corner and shrink back. … Continue reading I need to find Katie, check with the league, evade the snipers, avoid the celebrity cheese vigilantes, and find out where I am supposed to be next. Uzbekistan is a big country.

There is no taboo in this room, and the sights, sounds, and smells of human indecency are both repulsive and alluring.

Outside of Bushnell someone gets a tire shot on me, and I have to put on the spare under a hail of crossfire. Fortunately, one of the other gunmen feels threatened by the poor aim of the first, so he opens fire on him. Feeling threatened, as anyone would, the original shooter returns fire. It … Continue reading There is no taboo in this room, and the sights, sounds, and smells of human indecency are both repulsive and alluring.

The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road.

The interstate is a long gray snake, delivering me to Tampa and my brother's murderer. I drink 10 espressos and piss in a Gatorade jug as I drive. The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road. Wreckage lines the road, muzzle flashes burst from the treeline. More than … Continue reading The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road.