OC RP -Dakota

 Dakota didn't know who he was at first when she was in the elevator going up to her place. His hair was dark now. She thought he was someone new. then when he turned, she saw that look, a lonesome look, and she could hardly breathe.

Ezra now had brown hair. She hurried to get off the lift and climbed the last few stairs to her apartment. Where was her mind lately? She lived more at Nav's than she did at her place. Of course, she worked a nine-to-five shift these days. Things were cozy, and life was good, but then it hit her that not everything was perfect. He said nothing. She couldn't say a word.

"I..I don't want to be a bad person," she said later to Frankie, who saw her in the hall and asked her in for tea.

"You're not," Frankie assured her. She brought out the Earl Grey, cheese, and grapes. It felt more like a mini meal than just tea, but it took Dakota's mind off this mess with Ezra.

"I just..you know, I'm not one to break up, you know," Dakota's face tensed as she craddled the hot cup of tea with both hands, sitting on Frankie's comfy couch. "They..they break up with me, first."

Frankie let a smile slip. "Don't you think you have a right to break up, if you want to?" Frankie's eyes lit as if she knew confidence, a hidden confidence that even Dakota had. "Ezra is not a baby." She shrugged. "It's not like you are texting him to send him over the edge. He's got friends. They'll take care of him."

Dakota sighed with a nod. She knew Frankie was right. "It's just that Delia, I don't know."

"Hey, I heard from Fiona that Ezra is seeing someone. Sounds like she might be someone Delia would know." Frankie told her, sitting on the other side of the couch. She popped a grape in her mouth and went back to sip her tea.

"How do you know?" Dakota felt as if she'd been selfish in letting Ezra go so quickly.

"I guess, I don't really know, but it's winter, and she seems to be keeping Ezra company."

Frankie gave Dakota that 'Let it go' look, and Dakota knew she was right. Still, she wondered if he was all right.

"His hair is brown now," Dakota said, pondering Ezra's life now. She'd known him so well. He was a stranger now. "I wonder what that's about?"

Creative Nonfiction

 

OK, I guess it's official...I love old westerns. Maybe it's just the Rifleman, but this week I got to see Dennis Hopper as the misunderstood older artist teen who had been abused by his father. His character was bullying the kids at school. He even got drunk in the saloon and was shooting it up, but of course, Lucas made him think twice with a little help from Mark. Still, Hopper's performance was extraordinary. And that must have happened before he ever met James Dean. Yeah, I'm fangirling Dennis Hopper. There might not be many of us out there. But you know, I want to meet someone like him. 

 "Are you crazy!" Yeah, Diggs' exact words. I shouldn't have told her about my fangirling, especially at work. She says I want someone with problems.

 I didn't know what to say. But she might be right. Who's going to walk into my life like a Dennis Hopper character? 

 "Girl, you haven't seen Blue Velvet, have you?" Diggs pointed out that Hopper was a downright psycho. "I don't know who he was channeling, but believe me, you don't want to get mixed up in that." 

 I don't know where I can see Blue Velvet these days.

January mix!

 

Grimes - Genesis (1980’s Soviet Post-Punk Version)

What if 'Wicked Game' was an Irish Folk song?

PINK FLOYD - Wish You Were Here

The Naked And Famous - Young Blood

Metro Station - Shake It (Official Video)

bikini kill - rebel girl

David Bowie - Putting Out The Fire (Cat People) (1982)

siouxsie and the banshees - hong kong garden

OC RP -Ezra

 

Ezra wasn't looking for him. Actually, Ezra didn't know why he would be here. Maybe just to read. Highly unlikely. Ezra kept his head down and hoped his Dad didn't notice. Of course, they didn't see each other at Christmas, which wasn't unusual. He wasn't really sure anymore. But he didn't think it was his imagination. Although his imagination had gone wild lately since M arrived.

Of course, she was safe on the couch waiting for him at home. It was good to have someone to watch TV with and talk to. He shivered at the thought of his Dad finding out about the doll. It was a good thing he was at the library.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" He managed the courage to go over where he was sitting. Naturally, his Dad Ambros didn't look up. He was a natural-born scholar who occasionally visited the states. Finally, he gave Ezra a look of disappointment.

"How long must you be blonde? I thought you would have outgrown it by now." His bottom lip was in a frat and it made Ezra uncomfortable. Not that his dad was one of those who whacked him on the head, but his dad could always hit a nerve. "You're spending to much money, I thought you'd be more frugal by now."

Ezra sighed and nursed the corner of his lower lip. His dad might be right. Maybe he was spending too much. He hadn't thought of that.

"Why are you still here?" His voice was in its usual tense, but Ezra felt as if he was being reprimanded. "Can't you find a better job?"

"I'm just fine," he didn't want to think about finding a job anytime soon. It was winter, a time to hibernate. A time to watch TV with M and let the world go by, one commercial at a time. Of course, he wasn't expecting his father to take him out to eat.