Category Archives: Dawn Armstrong

She’s crashing. It’s not a mechanical or a drug induced crash. On the contrary – it’s a crash that could be stopped by pharmaceuticals. The right one in the right dosage, of course. She’s sick of experimenting. You see, she … Continue reading →

As Bud shoved the mail into the slots he noticed the postcard. Christ another one of these sappy, wish you were here-but not really postcards. Then he read it. “Hey Baby, like what you see? I’m all yours tonight…Love, Elise.” … Continue reading →

I approach her. She smiles at me and caresses my head, then goes back to her work. I walk into the living room and look at the others. They ignore me as they lounge on the sofa, one staring at … Continue reading →

I thought to myself “Really! This guy is fuckin crazy!” Of course I couldn’t say it to him. He was sitting in my chair waiting for me to start cutting his hair. He was, after all, a paying client. Between … Continue reading →