Nicholas Sean
Stories (2/0)
Mr. Hot Pants
This is all true. It was Gatlinbug in mid-July, and I’d just hit town, and my throat was, well, dry. I was eager for some semblance of civilization, a cold beer, and a good steak. Maybe I could find me an indecent girl in a rowdy bar to take me home for a little drunken loving, and more importantly, a warm bed. After sleeping on the ground for three weeks, and riding the motorcycle for countless miles my back was crying. Though with how I surely smelled, I’d probably still be sleeping on the ground tonight regardless. But seeing that Walgreens and a Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. gave me a weird sense of comfort anyway.
By Nicholas Sean5 years ago in Wander
Life as a Bad Guy
“I wore a fucking sweater!” I’m laughing cause, ya know, it’s damn funny! Laughing in spite of the whole thing and somewhat surprised I guess. And also, maybe possibly, sorta, sub-consciously angry, on the inside, not angry I guess, but hurt. I’m butt-hurt. But that’s pretty deep down. That won’t come up 'til later. In a hotel room in Faribault, Minnesota after some good ol’ boys in the lobby tell me they’re surprised I speak “such good English.” Nope, those feelings are being held up at gunpoint and told to lay on the floor and count to 1,000. Damn... that’s just what they said I’d do!
By Nicholas Sean5 years ago in Journal