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One sweltering night, in a neighborhood on the cusp of change, boy meets girl. If they'd only gone home together, they might still be alive. Loisaida -- A New York Story is a steamy elegy to the East Village at its pre-gentrification grittiest. An aspiring dancer is slain, allegedly by her psychotic lover. A dilettante actor turned journalist who thinks there's more to the story investigates.
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The Simulated Life Elapsed Experience Process aka The Death Trip — “comfort care for the dying” or something more nefarious? After the death of his beloved grandmother, Chuck decides to investigate. He soon finds himself torn between two women — the activist who suspects a dark agenda and the beautiful MD who helped create the process.
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Marion on March 22nd, 2011

It’s been many hours since she last spoke, but her breathing is steady, loud and labored.  My sister and are sitting in a shit-smelly room in the Albany Medical Center, 5th floor, neurology unit.  My sister is reading her kindle by the light of the patient’s bathroom.  I am writing this backlit by my mac.  [...]

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Marion on March 17th, 2011

I’d gotten back from Spain and was really fascinated by this one whacky thing I’d discovered.  You know what they call beans in Spain?  It ain’t habichuelas.  It’s not frijoles either. It’s judías:  Jewish females! No shit. Green beans are judías verdes, which could be translated as green Jewish women. I discovered this fact on [...]

Continue reading about Shit My Father Used to Say When He Was Alive

(I started out aiming to write a blog about self-publishing on Kindle.  This was like that Sterne fellow attempting to write a short-story about the night his main character was conceived.  I got a bit lost and realized it would take me a few years to get to the point.  So, I’m going to publish [...]

Continue reading about I Don’t Get No Respect — The Drawback of Self Publishing (Part I — I Was Wrong)