Bill was an artist, a painter. He’d been working at the new day job about two weeks when The Boss called him in. “Bronson, times are tough, but I’ve come up with a new marketing plan.” “All right,” Bill said. “I need you to go grab some dark clothes… and a ski mask.” “OK.” “Right ...
An Actor Prepares
The pinging started five miles north of Bakersfield. She was a red 1984 Nissan 200SX, and she’d seen better days. Every run up to 80, 90, 95 mph on that endless stretch of straight desert Interstate blacktop brought heavier pinging, and by the time we reached the Grapevine it had turned into all-out knocking. I ...
Remember Your Analog Life
There was a time not too many years ago when, if you were out, you were unavailable. Nothing could reach you. Emergencies had to wait. You found out what happened when you got home, and you dealt with it. That world is, of course, gone. The demands of digital are relentless. The demanders claim their ...