Collaborative Troublemaking

Hey, Electrical Banana, Stay Down

Little Willy won’t stay home and mind his own damned business.

Photo by Brando Makes Branding on Unsplash

Nostalgia kicks in when you least expect it. I left by the loading dock, headed out to the back alley, just like the old days. Hopped up on the retaining wall, waiting for my ride. Alice and the boys had stayed for a drink, giving me a chance to vanish. Make a clean break, Nicci — don’t look back. That’s the first thing Charles had taught me about performance art; it was the last thing I showed him I’d mastered, two years ago.

And right on cue, dammit, he comes sauntering around the corner.

Poetic Moments in the Betrayal of “Chaws”

We engage in a half-hearted poetry pissing contest, measuring each other’s dicks. We both know who has the bigger balls; it‘s not Chaaawwwwws. For all his finger-snapping, co-ed tapping, virtuoso of verse posturing, he was always maddeningly conventional. The minute he got a whiff of Alice in chains, realized how it quickened my beats and made my poetry slam, he was out. Eight years, and he just turned on his heel…