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.

OC RP - Fiona

Fiona didn't know what to think when Matty told her that Ezra met someone. They were on the couch sharing popcorn on a very snowy night, watching awful news.

"Are you serious?" She didn't believe him.

"I'm serious, Nav said it was true. He saw this girl sitting on the couch watching TV," Matty had his head propped where he could watch Fiona instead of the TV.

"Huh." She popped another kernel in her mouth and decided it was best to watch reruns of Frazier instead. "Well, I hope he's happy." She didn't want to think about it. Ezra was just someone she used to know. They were practically strangers now.

"You know, I never knew what was really going on with Ezra and Dakota." She puffed a frown.

"You did," Matty remembered. "You were just stressed out about me."

Fiona sighed, not wanting to think about that either. She turned to him, noticing he was just in a wife-beater and his baggy sweat-pant shorts.

"Why are you so hot?" She looked at him blankly before she realised he would take it the wrong way.

"Oh really," he grinned with a nudge, moving in closer.

"I mean, I'm freezing and you, you'd walk around naked if you could." She was perturbed at the thought that he would think they might make their love nest here on the couch. Didn't he know her father would sit on this very spot come the weekend?

He took the popcorn from her as if he knew what she expected. "You can not live on popcorn alone. Let me make you an omelette." Matty kissed her on the forehead.

"That would be lovely," she smirked. The Ezra conversation was over. Of course, she expected to find out about this new woman in Ezra's life.