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  • Barfly: Chapter Sixteen

      “I do not want to go to this cook out,” Roman said as he stomped around my apartment like pouting a five year old.  He collapsed onto the couch in huff, crossed his arms over his chest, and stuck out his…

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  • Barfly: Chapter Fifteen

      “Let me in the goddamn building.” I stared at the buzzer and then hit the button to let Mika in.  She did not sound in any better mood than when she had left me on Monday.  It was now Thursday and…

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  • Coffs to Byron to Brisbane

    Date: 12.23 AUS Time: 11:14a We stayed 2 nights in Coffs Harbour. We ate real meals vs pbj sandwiches and chilled on the beach. We met our camp site neighbor Frank from Amsterdam and drank way too much. 12.22 – we landed…

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  • Christmas in the Caribbean

    Merry Christmas Everyone! To my family and friends who I’m not spending it with this year, you are in my thoughts and in my heart! I leave you with one of my favorite Xmas songs by Mr. Buffett of course! [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbkTvSBQh3U]

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  • Barfly: Chapter Fourteen

      I stood in the center of my freshly scrubbed apartment and nodded in satisfaction.  Not only had it been cleaned from top to bottom, I was also clean from top to bottom.  I had finally decided to rejoin the hygienic world…

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  • Barfly: Chapter Thirteen

    I watched as Roman placed olives on a toothpick and then dropped them into a martini glass.  He smiled and placed the drink in front of me.  I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t want the drink. “I wanted…

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  • Barfly: Chapter Twelve

    “Hello,” I sleepily said into the phone. “Did I wake you?” I lifted the phone from my ear and read the caller ID.  It was Stellan.  “What time is it?” “Ten.” “At night?” He chuckled.  “No. In the morning.” “What day is…

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  • Barfly: Chapter Eleven

      Standing in Stellan’s living room, I stared at the picture of his parents holding a baby.  I assumed it was him as a baby.  They were looking down with love and the baby was fast a sleep in the mother’s arms. …

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