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

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

Flowers by Hudley

It was my true days of independent living on the east coast where I learned to be truly responsible for others besides myself. I was alone living in the maids room converted into an apartment of a four-story lovely old Victorian house. 1990.


“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 have been for a walk on a winter’s day. I’d be safe and warm if I were in LA, California dreaming on such a winter’s day”

Rochester New…

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