Ways To Be Wicked

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/02/25/100-word-song-the-only-exception/

Silas’ hands shook, his heart beat increased, and he began to rock. He couldn’t think, as the fear of going to jail, being under the influence of a dangerous sleazy pair like Bart and Zola, and having no way out took over his body. He put his quivering fingers on the Cutlass’ tire, tried to stand but lost his balance and fell to the ground, his damaged face scratched up more by gravel. Olive’s voice ricocheted off him.

“Silas, not now, for chrissakes!”

He closed his eyes, trying to use the darkness to snap out of the attack.

“Si, honey, listen to me. We have to stay strong. I can get us out of this. Okay? Come one, stand up and get over this.”

Olive rolled him over and straddled his waist. She pulled her t-shirt off and smiled at him in just her bra.

“They won’t give us a hard time if they think we’re doing it in the driveway instead of you freaking out and me playing nurse.”

She grinded against his crotch and but her bottom lip. The plan that left her lips calmed his nerves.

“Silas, the cops back home in Georgia know nothing but bad guy who got shot. I called my cousin, and she told me and Zola everyone thinks me and you went to the beach for a few days. We’re fine, baby, totally. Now, let’s go inside, eat Zola’s spaghetti, you take Bart’s job tomorrow, drop me off at the club for my first shift and we make as much money as possible and leave when we get enough. This can work, baby. If our families call we tell them we got jobs for the summer down here and we roll with that. Now, get it together, okay? Let’s go inside and I’ll get something from Zola’s medicine cabinet to chill you out for the night.”

He swallowed but his throat dryness made him choke. Olive writhed over him some more then leaned down and kissed him. The wetness of her lips soothed his mouth. He leaned up and returned the affection. She pulled away from him and laughed.

“Forget Zola’s pills, I know how to make your feel good all the time.”

It was the last thing he wanted her to say. He pulled her off and bounded to his feet. Olive got up and jumped in front him, still shirtless.

“Damn it, Silas, grow up! You have a hot girlfriend who loves you in spite of this crazy crap you do! You should appreciate it a lot more!”

He slowed his breathing and stared at Olive. He wanted to tell her it was her fault they’d killed someone and were now in debt to a drug dealer. He wanted to go home and try to figure out how to be a good man, again. Olive stood in front of him, grinning, half naked, and fearless. He loved her guts but questioned her heart. He knew she felt the opposite so he tried to prove himself with his response.

“Sometimes I just want you to love me a normal girlfriend. Put your shirt on and let’s go eat the hooker’s spaghetti.”

He walked a few steps toward the house then turned around. Olive stood in the same spot, grinning, and said  “I love you so much.”

****blogger’s note*****

This is a new story episode, unprompted, of Silas and Olive, my 2 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida. It’s a short story I’m serializing called Light of Day.

Today’s song comes from something they’d listen to. It’s Ways To Be Wicked from one of the most underrated bands, ever, Lone Justice. It fits the story, well.

I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, next month.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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100 Word Song – The Only Exception

My work travel is dying down a touch so I will be paying more attention to the blog and it’s organization. 100 word song is staying on Tuesday mornings from here until we tire of its existence. Tell a friend or 50.

Today’s 100 word song was chosen by Susan aka @TooieNairn of www.polysyllabicprofundities.com . She’s been a loyal 100 word song player and she wanted The Only Exception by Paramore.

For my 100 we go back to Silas and Olive, our 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida. I’m going to try to pick up the story with two more entries this week and aim for an “end” to this tale by April 1.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/02/19/100-word-song-you-better-run/

Silas lost control of his legs slumping to the grass. His head bumped the quarter panel of the Cutlass. Olive waited for Bart to slam the screen door shut.  She joined him, cross-legged, on the ground.

“They found his body.”

Realizing she meant her dead ex-boyfriend in Georgia, his heart beat a bit faster  and he struggled to get words out.

“So…what…does that…”

She interrupted him with a kiss.

No one in Georgia knows it was us, but in Florida, Zola and Bart do. They’re the only exception to our rule about our lives being about us and only us.

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100 Word Song – You Better Run

I’m in New York City again this week for work. One of the spots we hung out was Greenpoint, Brooklyn, the birthplace of the great rock singer, Pat Benatar. I conferred with Leeroy and he agreed that this week’s 100 word song should be a nod to the recently turned 61-year-old multiple Grammy winner and early 1980s superstar. We went with You Better Run, the second video ever played on MTV, and the tune that made her an icon to teen girls and the object of desire to teen boys, everywhere, in the decade of headbands and leg warmers.

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My story around which my 100 word song entry takes place happens in July 1989, a little past Pat’s prime. But the attitude and lyrics are perfect. Have fun with this one. There aren’t any streets in Brooklyn named after Pat, but there should be.

Here’s my 100, back to Silas and Olive.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/02/13/last-cigarette/

Bart pulled one of the thirteen one-hundred dollar bills and handed it to Silas. Silas inhaled some of the marijuana joint then exchanged it for the money. He realized his single day of getting hit in the face was worth the equivalent of two weeks pay of honest work. Olive pranced from the house, smiling, and called to Bart.

“Zola wants you. I’ll take that joint.”

Silas looked away, disgusted by her sudden sunny disposition. Bart left them. She leaned into Silas, choking a bit on marijuana smoke.

“I told Zola we were staying indefinitely and we loved it here.”

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Last Cigarette

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/02/11/100-word-song-i-saw-her-standing-there/

Silas wanted to punch him in the face. He eyed the bridge of Bart’s long, thin nose and curled his fingers into a tight fist. Bart leaned into him to examine the rose-colored bruise under his eye.

“That doesn’t look good. I should’ve warned you about the Finns. They’re old school.”

Silas released his vise grip and changed the subject.

“Can I have a smoke?”

Bart’s thin-lipped grin showed mischief.

“You deserve something extra.”

He produced a marijuana joint and lighter from his shirt pocket. Silas lit it and took the first puff. Bart said.

“Let’s talk about tomorrow’s deliveries.”

****blogger’s note****

This is a new 100 word story episode linked to www.velvetverbosity.com ‘s 100 word prompt – “rose”.

Today’s song comes from the time frame of the story, 1989, and Dramarama’s Last Cigarette.

You know what would make lovely Valentine’s Day gifts? My books.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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100 Word Song – I Saw Her Standing There

In case you aren’t attention to anything media-related, it’s the 50th anniversary of The Beatles invading America. So, everything this week pertaining to music history seems tied to the Fab Four. On February 9th, 1964, they made their television debut on the Ed Sullivan Show. Two days later, today, February 11th, they made their live concert debut at the Washington Coliseum in D.C.

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Over 350 police surrounded the stage to keep the 8,000 plus screaming fans under control. One policeman found the noise so loud, he stuck a bullet in each ear as plugs. The Beatles had to stop 3 times, turn Ringo’s drums around then re-position their microphones so that they faced a different part of the audience. The set list included today’s 100 word song, I Saw Her Standing There, one of 10 songs they wrote their first album, Please Please Me, 51 years ago this week, in 1963. I Saw Her Standing There was the B-side to I Wanna Hold Your Hand and eventually hit number one.

Leeroy picked today’s tune because I’m in New York for work. Here’s a picture from the roof of the Queens General Hospital. That’s about 4 inches of snow that fell Sunday night.

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For my 100 words, we go back in time, 1989, to Silas and Olive, our 2 19-year-old lovers on the run in Florida.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/02/08/withorwithoutyou/

Silas leaned against the car, watching Olive strut into the house. He reached inside his jeans pocket, taking out the 13 hundred dollars he’d received from delivering drugs for Bart. He closed his eyes. A two-year-old memory of first meeting Olive, when they were seventeen, rolled over him.

Two dozen Def Leppard fans filled a backstage area. The band members walked down a hall. Silas saw Olive leap over two other girls and hug a musician. He released her and Olive caught Silas’ stare. She smiled, then walked toward him.

“Silas, you got my money?”

Silas opened his eyes to reality.

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The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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With Or Without You

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/tones-of-home-100-word-song/

Olive kicked the dashboard and spewed several curse words as Silas followed Bart into the driveway of the house. Silas put the Cutlass into park, turned off the engine then leaned into a still irate Olive.

“Liv, please, you have to help me, here. Bart saw us, he carries a gun, and he knows what happened to us back home in Atlanta. So, you’ve got to calm down or he’ll know we were taking off.”

She became still. Silas braced for the worst. They watched Bart get out of his car and loiter near theirs. Olive rolled her window down and smiled.

“Can you give us a minute, Bart? I’m just talking to Silas about my new job. Tell Zola we’ll be in and I’ll help her with dinner, if she wants.”

Bart shrugged his shoulders, lit a cigarette and walked around the back of the house toward the deck. Olive rolled the window up, turned to Silas and seethed.

“You want me to go back in that hell hole with a pill-popping hooker who’s trying to bang you and that sleazy, low-rent scumbag who got you beat to hell and back, today? God, Silas, I know I’m screwed up, I know I got you involved in all of this, but let’s get out of it, now!”

Silas ran his hands over his face and responded.

“Yeah, Liv, that’s what I want. Look, less than two days ago neither one of us had killed anybody, much less hung out with drug dealers and prostitutes. But now we’re in this, bad. When you called me from his house, I came running. You said to trust you. I did. Then things got crazy. And now we’re so screwed…”

Olive interrupted him with her left index finger and a snarl.

“He was going to kill both of us. You know that. Don’t ever mention him or it again, you got it, Silas James Royster?”

He sunk into the driver’s seat, fighting back tears. They sat in silence for several seconds until Olive revealed a plan.

“I’ll go inside and get dinner together with Zola. You go talk to Bart. Tell him everything that happened at that garage and make him know that you will not tolerate being hit in the face, again. I’m supposed to start my first waitressing shift, tomorrow, on a Sunday, at the gentlemen’s club.”

Silas laughed. Olive followed with one of her own.

“They told me I had to start practicing calling it The Jade or a gentlemen’s club, but never a strip club or titty bar.”

She stifled another laugh and leaned over with her lips pursed. Silas met them with his. They shared a kiss then exited the car. After each door slammed shut, Olive said.

“I can make eighty to two-hundred dollars a shift, all cash. With your money from Bart, I’ll give this situation a month. But if you come back with your face looking like that, again, I’ll be in the driver’s seat hitting the gas with you in the trunk.”

*****blogger’s note*****

I’m trying to move the Silas and Olive, two 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida, story along. This is a 505 word piece with no prompts or link-ups. I heard U2′s With Or Without You on the radio in the car with my 19 and 9-year-old daughters and thought it fit this, perfectly, but with some humor. They liked the song. I’ve never thought it was about romance as much as it was about resentment and fear with two people in a difficult relationship.

Here’s Bono and the boys in their prime.

You know what would make lovely Valentine’s Day gifts? My books.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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Be Yourself

Plugged in to yet see

More bouquets that are not mine

Internal pep talk

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****blogger’s note****

Every writer, at least the ones I know, like, and respect, get down and even a  bit jealous when they see others recognized and rewarded. This morning I had to remind myself why I chose this path.

This is a haiku for my dear friend and writing partner, Tara aka @Tara_R from www.thinspiralnotebook.com ‘s Friday haiku deal. I know she gets it.

Always be yourself.

Here’s Audioslave.

You know what would make lovely Valentine’s Day gifts? My books.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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Tones of Home – 100 Word Song

I’ve picked up a new project in my real day job. It’s in New York and it’s getting in the way of writing. How dare it, huh? I’ll be traveling some. So, to keep pace with this blog and my month-old politics and pop culture site, Lefty Pop, www.leftypop.com, I’m making some more schedule changes. Next week, 100 word song returns to it’s original old school Tuesday morning slot. That means you’ll have six days with today’s selection before a new one shows up. I never close the Mr. Linky so don’t completely freak out, you can always catch up. I had to step down from Raised On The Radio but my columns for Lefty Pop will appear Wednesdays and Fridays at  9am. Please go check them and my other lefties, out. The writing is outstanding and we’re getting more immediate success than we hoped and planned for.

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Leeroy asked one of his favorites, Melissa aka @realgirlmelissa from http://melstepp01.wordpress.com/ She’s my neighbor, living about 5 minutes from me. She picked Blind Melon’s Tones of Home.

For my 100 we go back to Silas and Olive on the run in 1989 South Florida. To move Silas and Olive’s story along, I’ll institute a 500 to 700 word installment each Saturday. So keep your eyes out for these crazy kids. This piece is also linked to www.velvetverbosity.com ‘s “train” word prompt.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/route-66-100-word-song/

Bart drove his Mustang drove to Silas’ Cutlass. Fear rumbled over Silas like a train. He slumped in his seat. Olive whispered.

“Go.”

Bart rubbed his chin whiskers then smoked his cigarette before hollering.

“Yo, hey boy! I talked to the Finns. I know they short-changed me and took their greed out on your face.”

Silas didn’t respond so Olive did.

“We’re getting something to eat!”

She mumbled again to Silas.

“Wave goodbye.”

Silas eyed a gun in Bart’s lap. Knowing Olive couldn’t see it, he kissed her and mouthed “trust me” then yelled at Bart.

“See you at home!”

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Live And Let Die

I’m reading about the death of one of my favorite actors, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and besides the sadness of an incandescent talent gone to the scourge of drugs, the gross amount of details (the amount of heroin used and unused by the fallen star) released by the police has left me asking a question.

Do we need to know too much about people?

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This seems like a very silly and hypocritical query from a trained, college degreed journalist, online columnist for a politics and pop culture site, and owner of 4 social media accounts; Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Google +. But I honestly think we have too much information available on people, famous and not, especially when they die. I don’t think this is a good thing. Privacy should mean something.

I’m wired in a way that when someone passes away, I want to show respect and bury the bad with them. I don’t believe you take your material possessions with you nor do I feel you take your sins, either. This is part religion part wishful thinking and part aversion to unnecessary gossip. I haven’t always felt this way and when I didn’t, it hurt me and people I cared about.

The publicity around Hoffman’s death is eerily similar to Kurt Cobain’s twenty years ago. The accounts of their personalities and downward spiral into madness are stunning. We knew too much about Kurt and now we know too much about Philip.

I reject the notion that we give out too much on social media. We mute, manipulate, and massage what we put out to stroke out egos and protect our best interests. If I were to drop dead tomorrow, trust me, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, my wife and my 3 daughters and my family and friends. But if for some reason the police start telling you stuff like they are with Philip Hoffman, you’ll turn away, letting it and me die with some dignity as I’ve tried to live with some.

*****blogger’s note****

This my personal response to Trifecta www.trifectawritingchallenge.com

MANIPULATE (transitive verb)

This is also linked to I Don’t Like Mondays blog hop by my friends and fellow Lefty Pop www.leftypop.com editor and writer, Linda @modmomelleroy from www.elleroywashere.com
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Please visit her and get one of her band’s t-shirts like mine – Jehova Waitresses (@jehovawaitreses). Their music is excellent and their band members are awesome.
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Here’s today’s song from Paul McCartney and Wings.

You know what would make lovely Valentine’s Day gifts? My books.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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Route 66 – 100 Word Song

Atlanta #snOMG 2014 delayed 100 word song this week by a few hours. For those out of the know, my hometown’s metropolitan area was hit by 3 inches of snow and ice during the heart of the day yesterday. There are nightmarish tales of friends and family being stuck in their cars, sleeping in them, spending the night in Home Depots and drug stores and school children stuck in their buses or in their classrooms with their teachers all night. My family got lucky. My 9-year-old was home sick so I looked after her while working from the house until midday until my wife could come home. By 5pm, everyone was inside a house and safe.

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Leeroy picked today’s 100 word song and he tends to be as sarcastic as me. He chose Depeche Mode’s 1988 cover of Route 66 as a perverse tribute to Atlanta traffic yesterday.

We go back to Silas and Olive inside that 1977 Cutlass in 1989 as they act impulsively, again. The entire story, so far, is located here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/light-of-day-silas-olive/

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/01/22/100-word-song-take-it-to-the-sky/

Silas looked at the gas tank, swallowed hard and waited for Olive to settle in the passenger seat. He slowed the Cutlass to the white stripe next to a stop sign as Olive rambled.

“This is going to be such a trip!. We can go anywhere. I know you Silas, you want to go to New York, but let’s go west, L.A. or San Francisco. Then we’ll get money to get our kicks out of the country.”

Silas turned right, stopping at another stop sign. He saw Bart staring at him through an open driver’s window of a ’66 Mustang.

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