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Topic Started: Aug 23 2009, 05:08 PM (1,603 Views)
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Cat Hansen - Tall Cans In The Air

“Good morning, California! This is Stray Cat on K106.8 Jahmon Radio, here for your listening pleasure. Before I assail your senses with some seriously wicked tuneage, I have a matter I’d like to address. 2012, kids.

Everyone has been talking about the Mayan calendar and all it entails. Now this didn’t bother me until last night. I was surfing the web and saw something that made me nearly piss myself. Not from fear, I was laughing my head off.

It’s called the I.H.C.: The Institute for Human Continuity. And their deal is this: they’re putting out a lottery so that a small percentage of the human race can be ‘saved’ from impending doom coming our way. These lucky souls are going to end up in some Fallout 3 vault.

Here’s the deal, guys: IF the world is going to end, which no one knows for sure, then deal with it. Don’t alter fate with vaults and lotteries and crap like that. It’s not natural. Just accept what’s coming. And another thing, do you really want to live in some tin can for the rest of your days, knowing that your friends and family are gone? Doesn’t sound so great now, does it? Just let it be, folks. And hopefully, no matter what you believe in, you end up somewhere you’re happy with, be it heaven, the next life elsewhere, or in a box with six feet of dirt on top of your carcass.

I’m going to take one caller to comment on this. Come on guys, you know the number: 1-800-652-4666 or 1-800-6 JAHMON. Aaaaaaand we’ve got one already, nice.

Hey, man, you’re on with Stray Cat, how’s it going?”

“I’m good, bro, how are you?”

“Awesome, what’s your name?”

“Jeff Donowitz.”

“Any relation to the Bear Jew?”

“Haha none that I know of, man.”

“Alright, that’s cool. So what’s your opinion? You gonna get in on this lottery?”

“I was thinking about it but honestly, I’d feel guilty as hell if I got in, dude. Like… so many other people could use that. Or that’s what I thought. But you’re right about being trapped. That’s a lame way to live. So either way, no. I’m claustrophobic anyway.”

“True, true. So what are your plans for Armageddon then?”

“I’m gonna sit at home with my dog and my roommate and play videogames, dude. That’s the way to go. I’ll probably have K 106.8 on too.”

“Haha sounds like a great way to die. Thanks for calling, Jeff.

All right, enough morbidity, guys. I’ll sift through some lighter topics while I play this new-ish track by on of my favorite bands in the rock genre. Gotta love Area 5. Between Paul Matthews’ intense vocals and the unbelievable drumming of today’s top percussionist, Adam Barkley, you can’t lose.

So here it is, boys and girls: Tall Cans In The Air. This is Stray Cat and you’re listening to K106.8 Jahmon Radio.”



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Later that night, back at home, Cat sat down at his computer and watched I.H.C.’s video again. It was hilarious to him. After another good laugh session, Cat got up, grabbed some grub and continued reading his book. He’d started I Am Legend the night before and was already hooked.

After 30 pages he realized he needed to pick up cat food for the gang. He begrudgingly put his book down and walked to the store.

On his way back, he saw a car with a bumper sticker that read “2012: How will you be judged?” Cat rolled his eyes and laughed. He knew may have to subject his listeners to a bit more Armageddon bullshit the next morning. Ah well...
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Billie Joe---cowboy?


“All right, who’s going to get branded?” Billie grinned, raising a metal-tipped pool cue guide stick.

Billie was hanging out with some of Area 5’s roadies and friends in the hotel game room, along with Mike and Frank. Mike and Frank immediately bowed out, being smart enough to see the stupidity in the idea. This didn’t stop them for helping goad one of the younger roadies into accepting the challenge, though.

“C’mon, Chris, it’ll be fun!” Billie promised, waving the guide stick in front of him. Mike and Frank nodded in unison, agreeing with Billie. “Oh, yeah, totally,” they said reassuringly.

“I don’t wanna get hurt, bro,” Chris said warily.

“C’mon, we’ll put a little Neosporin on it afterwards and you’ll be good to go,” Billie coaxed. “Dude, are you gonna get branded or what? C’mon!” he urged.

“All right,” Chris said reluctantly.

“So you’re gonna do it?” Billie asked his face brightening like a kid at Christmas.

“Yeah, but—just don’t hurt me, dude,” Chris lamented.

“We won’t, we won’t,” Billie promised as he whipped out his lighter and started heating the metal end of the guide stick. Other roadies also pulled their lighters out to help heat the metal. “Get it nice and hot,” Billie instructed.

Chris watched the ten or so lighters flicker under the metal of the guide cue and immediately regretted agreeing to this. But how could he say no? He wanted to be liked and Sweet Children were rad. He’d seen their video on MTV last week and he thought that they were a killer band. They’d be famous in no time. And he’d be stupid not to have created this memory with them, right? He could tell all his friends about how Billie Joe Armstead branded his ass before they were famous. People would be jealous!

When Billie had determined that the metal was sufficiently hot, he ordered Chris to drop trou and bend over. With the dramatic flair of the showman he was, Billie paused, grinning ear to ear with maniacal glee, before plunging the guide stick’s hot metal end against Chris’s pale pink ass. The hairs on his ass hissed and the smell of burnt flesh wafted through the air as Chris howled in pain.

Chris hobbled around the room, wincing in severe pain, before dropping face first onto a nearby sofa. Billie’s face turned from triumph to concern as he realized he’d hurt Chris. He dashed out of the room to look for a first aid kit. He returned a few minutes later. “I can’t find a first aid kit!” he exclaimed.

“Man, we had to call the paramedics,” one of the other roadies said. “Look at his ass!” he pointed.

Billie peered over the man’s arm to witness Chris’s skin falling off his ass and huge blisters forming around the “brand”. Billie hadn’t so much branded Chris as cooked his flesh. It looked like partially fried meat.

“Dude, I’m sorry!” He felt horrible. He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.

“That’s at least a second degree burn, dude,” Mike whispered to Billie.

“Ah, shit.” How had he thought this was a good idea?

The paramedics arrived and confirmed the second degree burn to Chris’s ass. When asked what happened, Chris told the paramedics that he had fallen on a hot poker, which caused Billie and his bandmates to snicker. At least the dude was being cool about it. The paramedics left with instructions to apply Silvadene burn cream to his wound four times a day.

“Give it here,” Billie said, taking the cream from Chris. “I’ll put it on you, dude. Least I can do after what happened.”

“You’re goddamn right!” Chris responded.





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Pinole High School—16 year old Billie Joe


Billie Joe Armstead was a little guy. There was no getting around it. He stood about the same height as most girls in his class (not quite 5’ 7”) and probably didn’t weigh much more than they did, either. He also had a mouthful of the most awful teeth—crooked and chipped—which ruined his otherwise beautiful smile. (His mother was a waitress raising six kids, she couldn’t afford braces). His hair was ok, just your regular store-dyed blackish brown and cut short, but he dressed “poor”. Needless to say, girls didn’t look twice at him. Which was too bad, because Billie Joe had the worst crush on a high school angel named Penny.

Billie Joe didn’t have a lot, but he did have those huge green eyes and that sparkling personality. He also had a huge musical talent. He hoped that Penny was the sort of girl that would notice those things, and not the other things. He agreed with Mike that the girls at their school were barely worth thinking about; they were snotty bitches. However, Billie couldn’t place Penny in that category. She’d be different. He knew she would be. He’d only been watching her for the past two years. He wished himself the courage to talk to her every night as he lay down to sleep. But considering he couldn’t exactly get loaded at school like he did on Gilman Street, he didn’t have the fuel to muster the guts.

So he’d sit in class like he did today, gazing upon his star with adoration and imagining what it would be like to be near her. To kiss her. To hold her. And to fuck her, of course. He was a guy, after all. He could barely believe his luck when she turned her head to smile at him. His heart stopped, and the spit dried in his throat. He didn’t know what to do—if he smiled, he’d expose his snaggly teeth. He spent too long panicking, she’d already turned back around by the time he thought of smiling at her close-mouthed. Fuck.

Why had she smiled at him? Was she trying to tell him something? Did she like him? Did she want him to ask her out? Or was she just being nice? Billie Joe sighed and doodled in his notebook, lost in thoughts of Penny Grady. He never even heard the teacher call on him.

It suddenly occurred to Billie that things were awfully quiet in the classroom. He finally looked up to find that everyone was staring at him. Uh-oh. Billie looked to his left, where Mike usually sat, but he was out sick today. No help there. He looked to his right, up one desk, to where Penny sat. She was staring at him, expectantly, waiting. Like the rest of the class.

“Please try paying attention in my classroom, Mr. Armstead,” Mr. Bruner said, irritated.

“Sorry,” Billie mumbled.

“No need to ask you if I should repeat the question, since it’s obvious you didn’t hear it the first time,” the teacher sniffed.

It was the usual game. Billie didn’t care about school, and it showed. His teachers were all pretty much tired of him, which was fine with Billie because he planned on quitting school just as soon as he turned 18. He’d do it now except his mother wouldn’t let him. But when he was 18, he could do whatever he wanted. And what he wanted was to play. All he wanted to do was music. Nothing else existed. School was just something that got in the way of his real future.

“I asked you, Mr. Armstead, what the transient verb in the sentence on the board is.”

“I don’t know,” Billie answered automatically. It was his usual answer. He never paid attention and his grades were marginal.

“I thought as much,” Mr. Bruner scoffed. He was about to say more when the bell rang. Thank God. Billie Joe was out the door like his ass was on fire.

He was throwing his shit in his locker when he heard a voice behind him. “Billie Joe?” Penny said. Billie turned around and a giant butterfly spread its wings in his stomach as he saw who it was.

“Hey, Penny,” he said, hoping he sounded casual enough.

“Hi,” she said, as she leaned in close to him, smelling like spices and flowers. It was intoxicating. Billie felt a stirring in his pants. “Do you like me, Billie?”

“Uh…..” he wasn’t sure what to say. Of course he liked her, but should he be admitting it?

“It’s all right, Billie. I’ve noticed you staring at me in class. You like looking at me, don’t you?” she purred and stroked his cheek.

Billie took a deep breath and decided to go for it. “Yeah.” He whispered. “Yeah, I like you.”

He heard the slap echo down the hall before he felt it, but when he did, it stung the whole left side of his face. Stunned, he just stood staring at her with his wide green eyes.

“Don’t ever look at me again, you white trash piece of shit. You’re disgusting, don’t you know that? I’d never go out with you!” She talked loud enough for the whole hallway to hear her. People were staring. Billie wished he could climb inside his locker and die.

Mike had warned him. And Billie hadn’t believed him. But here was the proof. Penny Grady was every bit as mean and worthless and the rest of the girls in the school. He wanted to lash out and hit her, but he didn’t hit girls. So he quietly, with tightened lips, shut his locker door and slipped past her. He walked down the long hallway to the door, a slight figure shuffling head down in shame while the world around him laughed.
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Sam and Adam—Let the Shit Hit the Fan

“What the hell is THAT?” his father charged at him with a pointing finger directed at Adam’s leg. Adam had just finished toweling off after a shower and had pulled on some boxers with his bedroom door open. His father just happened to come down the hall at the wrong moment. Oh, shit. Here we go.

Adam decided to play dumb for as long as possible, to better prepare himself for the inevitable battle of wills that was about to ensue. “What’s what?”

“You know very well what I’m talking about, Adam, and I want to know where the hell you got that,” he sputtered, so angry he could barely talk. “that monstrosity on your calf!”

Adam looked down at his right calf where the brand new tattoo stuck out red and angry on his skin. It was his first tattoo, and so freshly done that it was still seeping a little. So much for hiding it. “It’s not a big deal,” he started, and was abruptly cut off by his enraged father.

“You just had to go against my word, didn’t you? Didn’t I forbid you to get any tattoos? Your body is a temple, and you’re sure doing a damn good job of putting it up for demolotion, young man.” He turned away, disgusted. He jammed his finger at Adam’s chest. “That’s nothing more than grafitti on your body. Just disgusting.”

Adam stood up for himself against his father. “Well I like it, and you can’t do a damn thing about it!”

Adam wanted to say “you can’t do a fucking thing about it”, but he was raised to show respect to elders, even in a time like this. He still said “yes, sir” and “yes, m’am”. He was just 16, after all, and this was his father’s house.

Sam repeated his question. “Who did that to you? It’s illegal to give a tattoo to a minor in this state, and I want to know who to call the cops on!”

Adam crossed his arms stubbornly. “I don’t know where I got it; I don’t remember the name of the place.” He spat defiantly. “Besides, I said I was 18.”

“Don’t lie to me, boy, that’s only going to get you into more trouble.” Adam didn’t think he’d ever seen his father’s face turn so red. He decided to remain silent. The two stood like to warriors about to go head to head, and stayed that way for a few tense moments. His father finally shook his head and spoke. “You’re grounded, young man. For a month!” Sam, still fuming, marched out of Adam’s bedroom.

“That went well,” Adam muttered, and sighed as he finished getting dressed. You’d think he’d be used to me being a disappointment by now, he thought. Yep, just another day at the Barkley house.


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Paul felt like shit.

This was not a new feeling for Paul. Paul felt like shit on an almost daily basis, especially after waking up after a long nights hard partying.

But today, he felt even more like shit. Probably cuz he had drunk more last night then he had ina good long while.

He lay in his bed, listening to the elephant smash around his hotel room, his eyes squinted shut against the early morning sun. Beside him, out of sight, he felt a warm body shift around the bedsheets.

By feel alone, Paul could tell it was a woman, which might sound funny, but he had woken up next to men before. Thankfully nothing had ever happened, but it was still a bit unnerving.

No, this was definitly female, but the question of looks was still up in the air. Many a times Paul had woken up, only to find himself wrapped in the arms of an absolute dog. Not that Paul was shallow, but he wa s arockstar, for fucks sake, the lead singer of a hit band!

The elephant continued its rampage around the apartment-how the fuck did an elephant get in, anyways? One would think it'd be too big- and Paul heard a new sound, a sharp, insistent beat of cannon fire.

"Paul, wake the fuck up! "The voice of God himself commanded, "We need you on the bus in an hour!"

Paul groaned, wishing the world would be quiet for five fucking seconds. He needed to sleep and nurse this hangover. "Go the fuck away!" Paul tried to shout, but it came out as a pitiful moan.

"Dammit, Paul, if you're late, I'm gonna plant my size thirteen boot up your drunken ass!" God shouted again, and Pauls eyes flew open, despite the sunlight peeking in.

The tour! Jesus fucking Christ, the tour! He was gonna be late! Paul jumped out of bed, surprised to find there was no elephant in his room, though it looked like one had been there recently. The sound was merely his head pounding after consuming so much alchohol.

Clothes were scattered all over the apartment, in addition to empty bottles and pizza boxes. The place was a sty, considering he had only spent an accumulated 8 hours in the room. Behind him, the female sat up, letting the blanket fall off her breasts.

"Were you goin, sweety?" She asked, and Paul turned around, seeing her for the first time. Well, since last night, anywyas. She was cute, with blonde hair done in pig tails, and blue eyes.

"I got a gig to get to." He grunted, pulling on a relatively clean pair of underwear, "If you want, I can maybe get you backstage passes."

The girl, whose name Paul couldn't remember for the life of him, streched languidly, sighing, "I think that would be great."

"Awesome." Paul said, heading into the bathroom to void his bladder. When he came back in, the blonde girl was gathering up his clothes and putting them into his bags. The fact that she was naked while doing so made it more interesting then normal, "Thanks, babe."

"No problem." She smiled, zipping his bag shut, "I left you a pair of clean clothes on the bed."

"Mmm, where have you been all my life?" Paul said, grinning. He stepped in, and met her with a kiss, before he broke off. "Listen I hate to fuck and run, but I gotta go."

"I understand," Blondie sighed, "Go rock and roll."

"You know it." Paul said, "Hope to see you in California!"
"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"


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Domenica – Dinner and Conversation

Domenica checked her reflection in the mirror and sighed, it was lucky for her that she kept a pair of normal ‘civilian’ clothes with her, so she wouldn’t have to wear a cast costume to dinner that would have been a little awkward. She laughed, it wouldn’t be like the rest of the cast wouldn’t know her, but guests, well that was another story all together. She checked her watch 6:23pm. She looked at the pile of paperwork on her desk, it would have to wait, her boss had come in earlier and told her she would have to help fill in with some park duty’s over the next few days, it was only temporary he said and she could do it from here. It was fine, she was always willing to help when she could. She grabbed her fitted jacket and walked out of her office turning off the lights as she left, she may have gone 15 feet before she heard, “Wow!!” Domenica turned and looked, of course it was Syd, she was waiting for her.

“You look great, you know I hate you double for that, why can’t I look that good in clothes.” Domenica vivaciously looked at her, “Syd you always look great, you just need to believe in yourself and have a little faith. You’re beautiful. You know that.” Domenica said grabbing both her hands, Syd pursed her lips, “Anyway, you look great Dom. Have fun, and remember the show he was on is called Torchwood, it’s on the BBC and his character was Ianto Jones, he was the love interest for Captain Jack Harkness played by John Barrowman. You got that?” Domenica looked at her with a blank look, Syd had lost her after the shows name and what station it was on. Syd saw the blank look and frowned. “God I really hate you right now.” She laughed.

“Well I need to be off. See you tomorrow Syd.” Domenica said in her typical energetic tone as she started walking off he heels muffled by the carpeting on the floor.

“I want details…all of them.” Syd called after her. Domenica pretended not to hear and continued walking. She walked out the hotels main lobbies double doors and passed the pool on the way to the restaurant, she really did love working here, it was a whole different world, it was happy and lovely and magical. People who were here were here to have fun and have a wonderful vacation and for the most part they all did. Sure there were problems that came up and the occasional unhappy guest, but that was normal and usually when she got finished helping them they would be happy again. Helping people was one of the things about her job she loved. She stopped looking over at the pool hearing the kids and adults playing and remembered that she would need to come up with someway to thank Mrs. Wickert for all her help last weekend, maybe she would buy her something from one of the stores, she loved pins, maybe she would get her one of the special cast pins. She wasn’t sure but she would need to think of something for all that help.

Domenica opened one of the double doors to the Napa Rose walking in her heels clicking on the polished wood floor. “Hey Dom.” Greg said seeing her walk in, “you ready for your big date?” Domenica smiled, “It’s not a date and he has a girlfriend.” Greg winked at her, “Right, then why isn’t she here?” Domenica shook her head, “That is none of our business. Has Mr. Lloyd showed up yet?” Greg shook his head, “Nope not yet, but we have a perfect table for you too. Why don’t you go sit at the bar and I’ll let him know where you are.” Domenica smiled and added her very playful, “Excellent.” She clicked over to the bar and took a seat. She checked her makeup in the bar mirror making a casual note, why was she so vain all of a sudden? She was being silly. Tara walked over, “What can I get you Dom?” Tara was cool. She and Domenica got along really well and the nice thing about Tara was she wasn’t into the gossip. “White wine.” Domenica said as she tossed her hair off her shoulder, Tara nodded, “you got it.” Domenica didn’t need to specify a type she trusted Tara to give her a middle of the road wine, nothing to expensive and nothing cheap. Within a few seconds a glass of white wine was sitting in front of her and she took a sip. “Excellent.” She said and Tara smiled.

Even though she wasn’t on duty, she still scanned the room and the outside making various mental notes of things that she may need to follow-up with. She was thinking about seeing her family this weekend and she was halfway through her wine, “You look lovely.” The English voice said as she turned around meeting his eyes, Gareth looked amazing, he was in a pair of dark jeans and red dress shirt top button unbuttoned. She smiled at him standing up, “Thank you. You look very nice as well.” He nodded at her, “Shall we?” He said stepping out of the way to allow her to walk ahead of him he couldn’t help but steal a glance at her rear but quickly moved his eyes back up to an appropriate eye level. They reached the hosting station and Greg was there in a flash, “Follow me.” They walked through the restaurant and over to one of the more quiet tables in the restaurant it was away from the nearest guests and it would remain that way for the night. The staff new that they would be running interference if any guest got brazen enough to approach the two of them “Here we are.” Greg said he went to pull the chair for Domenica, but Gareth was there first. Greg winked at Domenica, left the menus and quickly walked off.

“It’s lovely here.” Gareth said sitting down looking out the windows into the garden.

“This is my favorite restaurant on property.” Domenica said smiling picking up the menu. Gareth looked at her, “Domenica do you trust me?” He said with an amazing smile, and he had lovely teeth, thank god. She playfully smiled at him, “I don’t believe you’ve given me a reason to not trust you.” He grinned, “good.” He took the menu from her and set it down next to him, “Then I would like to order for us.”

“Alright, excellent.” Domenica said watching the smile on his face grow, she could feel her checks turn a very light shade of pink, was he flirting? She laughed to herself, this is just business; professional. Plus he had a girlfriend. He just didn’t want to eat alone in a strange place.

“Are you enjoying your time here in Anaheim Gareth?” She remembered he asked her to call him Gareth and that was a request she respected. He quickly looked at the menu and placed it on top of the other one, “It’s not what I had expected but I would have to say I am, California is certainly unlike anywhere in the UK or Europe for that matter. Have you been to England or Europe?” he said looking at her, watching her. Domenica nodded, “I’ve been to Germany twice and London, but there is so much to see there. I plan on going back someday. I would love to go to Moscow and Prague and maybe France.”

“Well that is quiet a list, I hope you don’t plan on seeing it all at once?” Gareth said still watching her, not in a creepy way, he was listening to her, actually paying attention, which she appreciated, “France is beautiful. I recommend France first.”

“Excellent. I’ll keep that in mind.” Domenica said as the waitress showed up, Gareth looked at her and placed their order, he actually picked what she would have ordered on her own and he ordered a bottle of 2003 CE2 Napa Valley Chardonnay, “I love California the Napa wines are so inexpensive here, you would not believe what the cost back home.” He smiled at her. “I can imagine.” She said looking out the window the sun was setting casting deep shadows blues and purples outside the window she looked back over at him he was looking out the window as well. “It’s lovely.” He said turning and looked back at her, he had been thinking of Sara, why he decided to come here, why he didn’t just stay home. “It’s all very complicated you know.” He said with a smile looking at her, “You think you know someone and one day there she is standing with her arms wrapped around another man saying she needs a break to sort things out, but that she still loved you and would let you know what she decides.” He took a sip of the water in front of him, ice, bloody Americans.

“I’m terribly sorry Gareth.” Domenica said looking at him. The bottle of wine was brought to the table just in time, opened and glassed for Gareth to taste. He nodded and both glasses where filled. Gareth held up his glass smiling, “To a pleasant Holiday.” Domenica held up her glass and took a sip as well. “To a pleasant Holiday.” She echoed. He put his glass down and looked out the window again. Domenica looked, “Have you been here before or is this your first time?” Gareth turned looking at her perky face, how did she do that, here he was on the brinks of being depressed and then just looking at her, he was lifted up. “This is my first time, I’ve been told it’s the happiest place on Earth, so I wanted to check it out.” He smiled there was more behind that smile then he was letting on.

“The two parks are amazing and we strive very hard to keep that title in place.” Gareth nodded, “well I’ve been impressed so far.” Domenica beamed, she liked when people liked the resort and the parks, “So where did you go today? Which park?” Domenica asked, trying to keep the energy as positive and as upbeat as possible she could tell it was all still very fresh in his mind. Gareth coyly smiled, “I stayed in, I wanted to rest a bit it was a long trip.” Domenica nodded, “Excellent.” She said. “Well tomorrow you’ll need to start at the main park and go from there.” He smiled, “We’ll see. I might just hang around here, the hotel is lovely, the staff are friendly and there is a pool, spa and gym.”

“You could and they are very relaxing, well not the gym, but the spa and pool. We can of course make reservations for you if you’d like.” She said and it hit her, she was sounding like a never ending Disney commercial, she quickly changed modes. “But I’m sure you know all that, tell me about the show you’re on; Touchwood.” She said hopping to god that was the right name and by his laugh she had got it wrong, “Torchwood and I’m no longer on it, my character was killed off, it was an amazing ending and I’m pleased with my work on the show. Did you ever watch it?” He said a little hopeful. Domenica took a sip of her wine, “No, I’m sorry. I don’t watch a lot of those types of shows, but one of the cast members I work with talks about it all the time and she said to say she loves you and sorry about Ianto.” Gareth laughed, “It’s good to be loved.” He teased then he looked at her, “what about you? You work here as Director of Relations? What else do you do? Your would can’t only be Disneyland, just like mine isn’t only Torchwood.”

She looked at him, he seemed interested, “I’m not very interesting I’m afraid; I’ve been working on my house in Anaheim, and I spend time with my family.” Gareth frowned, “Oh your married.” Domenica laughed, it was an intoxicating laugh, one Gareth found he enjoyed, “No, God no. Although my mother tries, she keeps setting me up on these dates with these men, some of them are nice, but there isn’t anything there. I do take pictures, I love photography, I’m not all that great, but I’ve taken some really excellent pictures oh and I read, go to movies, you know normal stuff I suppose.”

“Sounds like a full life.” He said making a mental note that she wasn’t married and from the sounds of things she wasn’t dating at least no one seriously.

“Not always, but I enjoy it.” She said flipping her hair off her neck as their dinner arrived, “I hope you like it.” Gareth said and she nodded, “You ordered my favorite dish.” Gareth smiled again making a mental note and it was his turn, “Excellent.” He said in tone that was very perky. She looked at him as he smiled at first thinking he was making fun of her, but he wasn’t. He was being charming. “Tomorrow, Domenica, would you show me the parks? Would you take me around, I want to experience them through your eyes the way you see things?” She took a bit of her meal, “I would be delighted Gareth.”
May it be said, when the sun sets on your life, you made a difference.
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Adam and Willow—Unexpected News

Adam bent over the toilet and puked. He was ashamed of this severe of a reaction, but he didn’t choose it—it just happened. Willow’s words echoed in his head again, “I’m pregnant”, and he clamped his hands firmly around the toilet bowl again. God, what was he going to do?

He’d left Willow sitting on the bed. Could she hear him now, puking his guts out over the news? He hoped not. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her, he did. The issue he was dealing with was fear. He’d known her for a month and a half. What the fuck had they been thinking not using protection? He felt like an idiot. But most of all, he felt terrified. He was twenty-three years old, and he just knew he was going to be a shitty dad. He didn’t have the best of examples growing up, after all.

“Are you okay in there, Adam?” Willow called from the other side of the door.

“I’m fine, Willow,” he called back, hoping his voice sounded steady enough.

Willow was concerned for Adam. She knew that he’d had a tough childhood, quite unlike her lovey-dovey one. He must be scared out of his mind, she thought. But she wasn’t scared. It was just another adventure to her. One that she could share with Adam, and one they’d share together for the rest of their lives. It was exciting to think about. But for Adam, well--Adam grew up with anything he ever needed--anything but love. She’d heard him vomiting and felt sorrow for him. Oh, Adam, she thought. Please don’t worry, baby. She’d give him a big hug when he came back out of the bathroom.

Adam finally felt steady enough to exit the bathroom, and as soon as he did so, Willow wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “It’s going to be okay, baby. I promise!”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, face still buried in her hair. “I’m just scared, baby. I….this is just so sudden, ya know?

He felt her nod. Willow stroked the back of his neck. “I know, Adam. I know.”

Adam finally pulled back from her and peered into her face. “Do you….I mean, what now?”

“You mean do I expect you to marry me?” Willow laughed softly and kissed him. “No, baby. No, we’re not going to get married right now. That would be crazy. And unnecessary.”

“I would, you know,” Adam started, and Willow put her finger on his lips to shush him. She shook her head. “No, Adam. Let’s just see what happens, ok?”

Adam smiled, partly relieved, partly feeling guilty about not living up to his “obligation”. He grew up Catholic; and not JUST Catholic—Barkley Catholic. Getting married to a girl you knock up was pretty much the unwritten rule he grew up with. His dad hadn’t ever said those very words, but he might as well have. Adam sighed and hugged Willow close to him again. “I love you, Willow,” he said softly.

“I love you, too,” Willow smiled.

Adam could see that Willow wasn’t freaked out by this at all. He was still pretty freaked out. And if he was freaked out, he could only imagine how his father was going to feel when HE found out. Sweet Jesus in Heaven, Adam thought. Suddenly, Adam had to puke again. He barely made it to the bathroom.
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Area 5 and Cat Hansen---radio interview, 1 month ago


“Hey, California, this is Stray Cat on K106.8 Jahmon Radio, and today we’ve got in the studio Paul Matthews, Mark Johansen, and that sex monkey Adam Barkley live for your listening pleasure! Area 5 will start their summer tour in just a few short days, but stopped in to grace us with an EXCLUSIVE interview, thank you very much. Yo, guys, how the hell are ya?”

Paul: Good, we’re good. Looking forward to the tour.

Cat: Hell, yeah! Now we’ve heard that there’s going to be a contest later in the summer, and the winner gets to tour with you for a week?

Adam: Yeah, that’s right. We thought it would be rad to let a fan into our world, ya know? And the contest entry fees all go to charity so it’s a really cool thing.

Cat: Definitely, man. You guys kinda get some flak for being "too hip-hop" for a punk band. What do you say to that?

Adam: Punk is an attitude more than a sound. We like to mix it up, do all sorts of things in our music. Punk rock is always at the root of what we do, but we do add other flavors.

Paul: It would be boring to just do one sound all the time. We change it up. And like Adam says, punk is not just a sound, it's a way of life. Doing what you want, when you want. Just living on your own vibe, ya know?

Cat: I hear ya, Paul. Now you guys have been in my studio before, and I remember some pretty crazy times. You still crazy or has age slowed you down some?

Paul: (laughs) Oh, dude. If you only knew.

Mark: Got that right, Paulie.

Adam: Well, I’ve had to slow down a little, I’ve got a family now.

Cat: That’s right, man. How’s the wife and kids?

Adam: They’re good, man, thanks.

Cat: Don’t mention it. Now you’re touring with a new band this summer, right? Sweet Children. I’ve heard some of their stuff, they are BLAZIN.

Mark: Yeah, they’re a good band. It’s gonna be an amazing opener for us.

Cat: That will be a show to see, man! So listen up, punkers—sign up for the Area 5 contest right here at K106.8 Jahmon Radio! Win a one week stay with the world’s most freakin’ rad punk band out there! Area 5, thank you for stopping by, and we look forward to your tour, which opens May 12th in San Jose, California! Right on!

Adam: Thanks, Cat. It’s always a good time coming by here. We listen to you all the time.

Paul: (joking) Where are we?

Mark: (laughs) Shut up, Paul. Thanks, Cat. Keep playing the good shit, all right?

Cat: I wouldn’t have it any other way, my brother. And you can’t say “shit” on the radio. (Area 5 laughs). Stop by again, anytime. We’ll go out and party again. Speaking of “party”, take a listen to a song off Area 5’s new album, Freak Nation, a perfect song to party to—“DJ DJ”, here on K106.8, Jahmon Radio!

(song plays)


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Rubén – After the Run

Rubén ran around the corner and made his way down the street to his driveway, it was well past sunset and the street lights lead the way to his house. He got to the front door and pulled out his house key and unlocked the door. He took a deep breath trying to temper his breathing and walked in, the warm glow from the living room light met his flushed sweaty face. It was a good run and he felt a hell of a lot better, then he did when he got home an hour and a half ago, it gave him a lot of time to think and come to some realizations. He pulled out the ear-buds and placed his iPod on the counter and walked into his make shift home gym (it was the smaller of the 3 bedrooms in the house) and got on the treadmill, he needed to cool down before his shower 15 minutes on the treadmill walking should be enough to do the trick. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the hamper, the one he used for his sweaty gym clothes, missing it watching it hit the floor. He frowned and stepped on the treadmill and began his cool down stretching out his arms and neck as he walked; the sounds of the machine filling the room.

After a couple of light stretches he grabbed the remote from the cup holder and popped on the small flat screen TV, it was some mind numbing show that he paid very little attention too. After several minutes he felt his breath becoming normal and his heart rate was going down as well. Finally he felt the treadmill come to a stop and he stepped off and started stretching out his legs and lower back when he finished he walked over and picked up his spent shirt and tossed it in the hamper, he slipped off his shoes and socks and pulled off his shorts tossing them in his ‘gym’ hamper and made his way to his bedroom for a shower in this part of the house it didn’t matter that he was naked it wasn’t like anyone would see him. He pumped the up the heat and waited for the water to warm up. He could barely hear the TV in the other room, he left it on, he let out a soft sigh and walked back to the room and turned off the TV and turned off the light to the room as well, if they didn’t need to be on then why leave them on he thought as he stepped into the shower, the hot water stinging his skin.

He faced the shower head letting the water cascade over his face and the rest of his body. He stood like that for several minutes trying to relax his body, he could feel his muscles starting to scream from the run. He finished his shower feeling a lot better. He grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waste and stepped out the shower to dry off. He grabbed the empty shampoo bottle he would need to buy more shampoo and body wash next time he went to the store and before he left for his conference. He walked into the bedroom to finish drying off and went to the closet and pulled off his pajama buttons from the door hanger tossing them on the bed, he finished toweling off and pulled on the pajama buttons, he checked the clock, “another exciting Friday night.” He mumbled taking the damp towel to the laundry room and tossing it in the dryer to dry he would use the towel in the morning then hang it outside to line dry.

He headed back into the bedroom and grabbed a tee-shirt and pulled it on and walked into the living room and collapsed on the sofa he looked at the pile of books he was reading and then to the TV; the TV won and he clicked it on to more mind numbing babble, out of 300 channels there was nothing worth watching, so he found the least offensive thing and left it there not really thinking as the pictures passed in front of him, the sound of the phone pulled him out of the show he was watching. He saw the caller ID on the TV and let out a little laugh. He picked up the phone, “Did you find Bliss?” He said, he knew it was Heidi on the other end.

“The little fucker was behind the water-heater, how he managed it I have no idea, but we got him out.” Heidi said her voice much more relaxed. “How was dinner?” Rubén was silent finally he took a deep breath and muted the TV and spoke, “it was eye opening.” Heidi fell silent she could tell by the tone and the breath, dinner had failed miserably from the sounds of it. “Do I even want to ask?” She said, she was worried and Rubén could tell it wasn’t her fault. “No it’s fine. Marc is a nice guy, I don’t think we’ll be going out again. It would seem I’m intimidating and I’m a ten looking for an eleven.” Rubén said the words still stung.

“He said what?” Heidi’s voice going an octave or ten higher when she said that, Rubén held the phone away from his ear, “That little shit! How can he say that, I’m going to kick him in the balls next time I see him.” She continued on. Rubén finally spoke, “No Heidi, please don’t. I’m a big boy and I can take care of myself. It’s all good. Really.” There was silence on her end. “Heidi, let it go.”

“That’s just so rude, I can’t believe he said that to you; you of all people.” She said clearly not happy

Rubén couldn’t believe he was actually going to defend Marc but he had time to cool off and think, this was all knew to Heidi and who knew how long Marc had worked on her to even get her to invite him to dinner, “Heidi I think he had a few good points, I can see how I’m standoffish and people would think that. I don’t really date and I’m not a big partier and I don’t sleep around.”

“Wait you mean because you’re a little shy and you don’t fuck everything with a dick and a whole that makes you whatever it is he called you. No. No fucking way. You know what that makes you, a nice fucking guy with morals and I cant’ believe you’re defending him, you should have knocked him on his ass and left.” Heidi said finally stopping her tirade, which made Rubén smile

“Heidi, trust me I thought about it, but I went for a nice long run up past the temple and then home and it gave me time to think, it’s fine. The thing that bothered me the most was that I’m sure he’s not the only one to think that, I mean, you know. It’s just strange you have one image of yourself and then to have an acquaintance tell you something different it’s eye opening, maybe I need to put myself out there a bit more, go out with you guys more meet more people, take this as an opportunity to change that image, let people see the real me.” Rubén said, these were all thoughts he had on his run, the best way to prove them all wrong was for them to see the real him, it didn’t mean he had to sleep around or even date; well maybe date, but just show them who he really was.

“Well you know you’re always welcome to go out with us, I’ve only been trying forever to get you out more often. If you turn into a manwhore I’m going to kick the shit out of you.” She added and they both laughed. “I doubt that will happen. It’s not my thing, but you never know I might meet a nice guy…stranger things have happened.” He thought about the possibility. “You know you didn’t want to date him anyway, I hear he tries to be a top but he’s a sloppy bottom.” Heidi said and it took Rubén a second to realize who she was talking about. “Well that’s a charming picture.” He said, then added quickly, “Next time we see him, please promise me you won’t say or do anything to embarrass me or him. Just be polite, that’s all I’m going to be, let him say what he wants I don’t care. I’ve been through worse, much worse, trust me.” Rubén said thinking of the confrontation with his father so many years ago and then the unfortunate incident with trying to gas himself to death, he shook the images from his mind. “Well listen sexy man, I need to go and spend some cuddle time with Jenny. I’ll talk to you later.” Rubén knew that meant sex and it was best to hang up soon before Jenny got really frisky. “Alright, I’ll talk to you later.”

He was about to hang up and quickly grabbed her attention, “Oh wait, how’d you know to call me now? I mean what if things went really well instead of really…well not well?” Heidi laughed, “are you kidding I know you, even if things when GREAT, you would be home by now, you’re a gentleman and would have never gone to bed with him, you would have had a nice long dinner then made plans to go out again.” Rubén’s eyes narrowed, “well you could be wrong you know. I could be a closet whore.” There was more laughter, “I don’t think so, hell I bet you don’t even jerkoff with the lights on, I bet it’s all in the dark because you’re so damn shy or guilty or whatever it is you Catholic feel when you do shit like that.” Rubén winced from the comment not believing she just said that, “well on that note, good night Heidi.”

“Night lover.” She said and then there was a click. He shook his head putting the phone down on the coffee table looking back up at the TV turning the volume back up, “I have so done it with the lights on.” He said in defense of his solo antics he wasn’t that shy.

May it be said, when the sun sets on your life, you made a difference.
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