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Richard drove the drunken, well dressed, man home. His passenger appeared so drunk that he couldn’t tell Richard which city he lived in. He kept repeating “San Vicente, San Vicente, San Vicente,…I’ll tell you the house when I see it.”

Nonetheless, Richard pointed the Lincoln Town Car down San Vicente Blvd, in Santa Monica, and eventually passed a huge mansion that looked more like a Modern Art museum than a home, as the man yelled, “Stop, Stop, that’s it.”

As he pulled the limousine to an abru… Continue

It was the first and last time I’d ever held up a bank.

With my handgun chilly in my pocket and the note neatly typed out---ready to go, I paused for just a split second, in the First National’s atrium. Yeah, I was right on the verge of barging into the bank’s main lobby, and surging towards the first teller, when, all of a sudden I hear overhead, “Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingling too. Come on, it's lovely weather, for a sleigh ride together with you.”

God, I ha… Continue

We kissed out loud.
You took my pulse,
a census of demons
flinching and flocking
toward a distant planet inside me.
Clark Kent secrets,
nearly confessed.
Your tongue weaved in and out,
searching for Kryptonite.
I giggled like a schoolgirl.
You found it.

Lola was not feeling sexy, she was feeling like cement in a cement mixer. Gray and rigidly indifferent to the world. She was certain Richard would call.

At home, Richard was only half-aware that as he picked up the phone, he was mentally humming an old song by the Georgia Satellites,

“I got a little change in my pocket going jingle lingle ling,
want to call you on the telephone baby I give you a ring,
but each time we talk I get the same old thing,
always no huggin no kissin until I get a w… Continue

Lola wanted to just come out and ask Jackie why she was sleeping with Richard? What did a successful therapist need from a failed comedian and former chicken rancher, anyway? What could Richard possibly do for her?

Instead, during her session, Lola restrained herself and started talking about her relationship with her father, but all the time she did so, she was picturing Richard and Jackie making love in Richard's limousine.

"My father didn’t like my mother that much, not in any romantic way.… Continue