Tag: vampire hours

  • The Dogs of War

    This year has cost me in a couple of ways. Earlier in the year I got robbed of something that I’m still feeling, or more precisely, feeling without. Good things eventually came, but it was almost too little too late. But I’m reminded that I’m not the only who has gained something or lost something…

  • Back at the Elephants’ Graveyard

    Well, I’m back in the elephant’s graveyard. It was hot outside, but the wind of a storm has picked up, whipping a massive bank of cloud up the mountainside and over this town. I hope Thor’s blessing is with this one. I want to see some blackouts tonight. Back here after two months since my…

  • This is Not A Dark Night of the Soul

    This isn’t a so-called “Dark Night of the Soul”. I know where I stand. I have booze, but it’s too special to get drunk on and I have no cash, even for something cheap and nasty; to strip the lining of my stomach. Somewhere there was a Christmas party on, all paid by the people…

  • Well I’m Back

    Hey. Last couple of days, I’ve been pretty much without an internet connection. My holiday/vacation was fairly cool, where I got to catch up with family and friends and meet up about projects. There will be more details soon. But right now its late and I’ve had a full day with flights and trains and…

  • Good Riddance

    Today was the fall of my Rome. It still hasn’t sunk in yet. Welcome to the Vampire Hours. The helpdesk has packed up and left. Set for new territory. And so have I. When I was leaving work, there were holes in the walls, false ceiling tiles on the floor, shattered plasterboard ground into the…

  • So Lately…

    The road feels waxy after the rain. The thunderstorm is gone. The clouds look like coloured smoke, with that kind of odd light you get from a black mirror. The roads are practically empty, abandoned cars and vehicles line the side of the parkway. A dark blue police car lies in wait in an emergency…

  • The Vampire Hours: Happy Birthday.

    It’s my birthday and I’m racing around like an idiot taking photos of graf around the city. I do this every year in order to keep some kind of tradition that doesn’t involve cake and that god-awful song. It’s copyrighted, you know. You have to pay royalties to some geezer that lives underground in a…