One of my favorite stories.. scary and great reading for this time of the year…

The Seminary of Praying Mantis

“Can I buy you another coffee?” I said to the man I called Desperado.

Walking to work I often saw Desperado. He also shared a room at the Victorian house.  He hung out at the local coffee shop otherwise he hit the booze.  He symbolized the furthest I have been away from California dreaming. That song synchronized embarrassment every time it played on the radio,

“All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey. I’ve been for a walk on a winter’s day. I’d be save and warm if I was in LA, California dreaming on such a winter’s day”

Rochester New York is humid-hot-thunder storms in the summer and cold in the winter.  Walking through tunnels made of snow made me shiver; sometimes the two native american chiefs were lying on the street. One evening they recited Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven.  Broken bottles framed around them…

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