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Without A Head (part 5)

The Noose With a gun that rotated pointing at my face and then my forehead as they took me down a short flight of stairs that stopped at a landing, then they forced me to slide down the banister.  Even as a kid I was never a banister boy, so I couldn’t stop myself and [...]

Without a Head (part 5)

  The Idea “You just gave me an idea.  We could put his head on Ebay.” “I think we’ll get more for it if it’s shrunk or we can leave it like it as is and charge them more if they want it shrunk,” she said as she brushed his teeth. “I don’t want to [...]

Without a Head (part 4)

The Head She was back in less than five minutes, holding a bloody head that would make a mirror question its value.  Whoever the dead guy was he had more hair than he deserved but not long enough to cover a face that would make Picasso look like a realist.  This broad had nerve, lots [...]

Without A Head (part 3)

The Girl I was cleaning my French press when the phone rang.  This time I found it right away, the female voice on the other end said, “Do you want some head?” I knew what she meant and I knew it wasn’t going to be what I hoped it would mean.  “Yeah, sure.  How much?” [...]

Without A Head (part 2)

The Coffee He was too big to push out of the way so I asked, “How about a cup of coffee? I grind my own beans.” “Sure, I like my java black.” “It’s the only way to taste the bean.” I let him in with a wave of my head.  Sure he could have a [...]

Without A Head (part 1)

  The Body Breathing wasn’t so difficult, but standing on my toes long enough to keep the noose from making breathing impossible was tough.  While I stood there wondering if it was worth the effort, I gained a new respect for ballet dancers.  Before today, I had spent life waiting for it to start, but [...]

My Trip to San Diego with Larry David

I  was in LA when I received an email from Larry David asking if I wanted to visit his brother Ken, who had just moved to San Diego.  After a few phone calls where we debated times, appropriate L.A. to San Diego outfits, whether to eat or not before the trip (vegetarian as opposed to [...]

Murder, Broads, and Bones (part 4 the finish)

THE MIX UP      We went back to my place and after about 15 minutes of grilling the dead girl, we  didn’t learn anything.  I wasn’t taken anymore chances.  I had to be sure.  Either she was real stubborn, or really dead, or a really good actress or a really good dead actress, or a [...]

Murder, Broads, and Bones (part 3)

THE BROAD       Harriet was not what she appeared to be.  She was a sick kid who had a rough start in life. She contracted Leprosy from a doctor who, realized he had the disease when he lost his arm in Harriet’s mom’s uterus while delivering Harriet.  Trying to hide his illness the doctor finally [...]

Murder, Broads, and Bones (part 2)

THE CLUE      I needed a clue. Layla offered to imitate one, but neither of us knew what a clue sounded like.   So instead she made the sounds of several kinds of garage door openers.   Despite not wanting to infringe on someone’s privacy I opened Harriet’s hand bag, which the police left on the body [...]