The Devil in the Details

The Devil in the Details

After 2 years and so many drafts, I finally finished my first novel. I technically finished the last draft a year ago but I let it sit before I made final touches. You can find it through Amazon in print and digital…….

https://www.amazon.com/Devil-Details-T-W-Lycan-ebook/dp/B01H4PSS66/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1467175804&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Devil+in+the+Details

 

In late 2013 I was ice fishing with my dad when I saw this massive tree just hanging over the ice. I began to wonder what would happen if the tree just fell into the water? On January 1st of 2014 I began to write a story.

Honestly I had no fucking idea what I was doing. I had only written short stories to this prior. The idea of trying to pen up 80,000 words was insane for me. So when I was not writing I was planning. Every free second I had I kept envisioning chapters and building new characters and it all became a confusing mess….then I quit.

Let me backtrack a bit. The previous summer I went through some hell. Tore up some heart strings, had a bit of a mental breakdown, followed by a month bout of Mono that lead to vicodin lucid nightmares…..I was a bit of a mess…on the inside. So fast forward to that winter and all that stress was still eating away at me. Add the novel on top and I fell apart. I quit. I never wanted to write.

In the past I had placed in young authors twice (Disqualified once) and even helped making a script that one critic’s choice at a film fest. I knew all these things but just felt like a broken boy. Any dreams that I had, any love, any trust, or ambition was all just ashes in the air. I felt like a failure….and the only thing i had was whiskey.

Drinking. Now this lead me down a path of destruction and peace. It was an awkward balance and I spent most days with a hangover and most nights I just drank it away. On one of these faithful barstool nights I started chatting with this bartender a couple nights a week. For months I kept my hate all bottled up inside…..and for some reason I told her everything…..Not that it was weird (She told me a lot of stuff too) It was nice to tell someone who didn’t know me on any other level except as a customer. (I think)

She picked me up. Her words were wisdom that I took to heart. (Carpe Magicus) She taught me the definition of perfect and to look at things from a brighter point of view. I took from it to go back to all of that hate and put it in words. After writing it all out…..I was ready to go back to the novel. November 2014 I began a brand new draft. By May 2015 the whole book was written. I let it sit for a bit and went back to it, revised it, then published in on Amazon.

It took me awhile (Mostly because I hate editing) But I got it done. At the same time I read a bunch and wrote a few stories.

I do have some issues with it. Grammar errors. You just can’t find all of those pesky pricks….. Also I did a bad job of separating chapters in the paperback. (I’ll figure it out soon!)

Warning: To anyone who knows me really well…if you find anything in the novel that reflects my real life it is probably a coincidence….or maybe it is not. I honestly don’t fucking remember.

I have a hidden joke in my novel…it’s very dark and so far no one has caught on to it…..if anyone has any guesses…let me know!

Now that I know what I am doing…the next novel will be out much sooner! (Maybe)

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(Nick did a great job on this!)

Finding Dory, A life in Review

Finding Dory, A life in Review

Today began like any other day….You toss and turn all night, feeling sick and horrible, with a solid dose of nightmares that rip your innards out, and waking up to an email saying your novel was published. Yeah….just any other day….

The day consisted trying to setup an ad campaign for selling my novel (I was very pissed) I realized that I missed every fucking meal except the dinner I was suppose to go to with family. Throughout the day my phone was blowing up with notifications about my novel, people reposting it and etc. I was am very grateful for all of it, but I am mentally exhausted from it all and want a few days off (I can’t fucking do that) A vacation sounds nice…

All I wanted today was to watch Finding Dory….

After a good dinner at Olive Garden with some of my family, (All the carbs) I met with Andrew and Haley at her house to watch Finding Nemo before we saw Finding Dory. We were just a few 20 somethings sitting in a basement watching Disney movies……

Finding Dory

The film was interesting because it was a mix of a prequel and a sequel. Pixar never ceases to amaze me how strange, funny, and heartwarming they make their films with still a predictable ending. The film was spontaneous (Like Dory)  with the the plot twisting around, with many new and awesome characters joining them. The humor was the best part. It was funnier than the first and was overall more enjoyable. Even the ending credit scene was worth it. Sequels are usually a disaster for films, yet Pixar seems to do a great job with them. (I am talking about Toy Story 3 more so than 2)  I don’t want to spoil anything because it’s so new, just go see it….which I know everyone will do because it’s Pixar. When has Pixar ever failed? (Brave?)

Side Note: I noticed at the theater that it was mostly 20 somethings. No children! So, now I feel better about the Disney movie in a basement comment.

What’s Next: Book stuff, Buffy review, and a heartwarming message about best friends and how it shapes and mold our pathetic existence of life! (Maybe)

Right now….I need to find some food and get myself well rested. Tomorrow is a long day of work followed by some sophisticated socializing with my peers. (Beerfest)

Peace!

 

 

Sample Chapter: One Day Sober

Sample Chapter: One Day Sober

Alrighty….This is a chapter for my upcoming novel (The Devil in the Details) I am polishing it up and making last minute changes, but most people don’t really know what its about or the feel of it. Here is a taste……..

One Day Sober

 

For once in his life, Hoagie’s sleep was undisturbed. Tossing and turning, waking to the sweat stained pillow, fresh tears rolling into his white beard. His wife Meryl would wake up and try to comfort him on those nights, anything from holding him to small whispers of reassurance. Meryl was a strong woman and that is why he married her, but he found it hard to believe she never had a nightmare about their dead daughter.

He laid awake trying to remember what part of the dream lingered in his head the night before. Willow, his only child. Hoagie saw her in his dreams most nights, usually they consisted of how he found her, blue face submerged in the pool. She was only eight at the time and nowadays she would have been 34. The dreams he tried to repress but last night’s had got him thinking.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Meryl said. The sun was coming through their bedroom window and lit up her bright face. Hoagie could still see traces of the young woman he fell in love with in college. Her hair was blonde with many gray streaks, but her light brown eyes still showed so much life. Meryl’s cheeks were wrinkled now but the smile still powered through all of it. Hoagie pulled his arm around her and cradled her in their bed.

“Wouldn’t call it that,” He said. “I did see Willow though.”

“Tell me about it.”

Hoagie knew that Meryl loved to hear his stories, he had always been a story teller and his requests were famous. When he is drunk at the bar he will go on about anything, some people did see him as the town drunk, but everyone seemed to love him anyways. Hoagie loved people and wouldn’t harm a soul and some of his stories came straight out of his heart.

“She was standing across the room playing with the pictures on the desk. She moving them around and I watched her and I didn’t think I was dreaming. Willow had her hair tied back and she was wearing this little yellow dress. I had never seen that dress before. When she looked at me she was smiling. She came over to the bed and kissed me on the check. I wrapped my arms around her and felt the cold. I grew scared for a minute but then she reassured me. ‘Don’t worry daddy. You can come see me real soon. I won’t be cold anymore.’ I wanted to speak but no words would come out. Her face was just a beautiful as it was all those years ago. Still our baby girl. She walked to the doorway and said, ‘I will see you soon daddy.’ She walked out and disappeared and that’s when I woke up.”

“That’s much better than the usual dreams,” Meryl said. “Did you drink a lot last night?”

“I wondered that for a minute, but what was strange is, I caught a drink with Ronnie last night, but only one. When I came home you were already in bed and I pulled out that 18 year scotch and had a single glass. Normally I can’t sleep without a buzz, but I did last night. It was like something in the air didn’t want me to have a hangover.”

“Maybe your drunken dreams are why you have nightmares all the time, you know?” Meryl said turning to him. “You are a good man to the bone and even your drunken self is still likeable. You know I have never been hard on you for your drinking. I think maybe you are just growing old.”

“I think my white beard and hair already prove that. I don’t think that’s it.” Hoagie said. “I think I am going to quit drinking.”

“When?”

“Today. My drink last night was the last one. I have always had thoughts that maybe my drinking with Ronnie had really helped push him to the bottle.”

“You can’t put that on yourself,” Meryl began. “That boy had been through hell with his momma dying and his dad’s accident last year. You know better than anyone that Gary Queen wasn’t afraid of that bottle. He could drink a case of beer to himself and he wasn’t the happiest of drunks.”

“No, I think I kind of hated that man a little bit. I would have never have treated Willow the way he treated Ronnie.”

“I think it’s great you look after him.” Meryl said smiling. “He is like the son we never had.”

Ronnie Queen was a boy in his twenties that Hoagie has known his entire life. After Willow died, Hoagie and Meryl moved from Champaign, Illinois to the riverside town of Talon, Illinois right by the border of St, Louis. His first week here he met a man at a bar known as Gary Queen. A mean Texas drunk who had a scar down the side of his head. At the time his wife, Joanna was pregnant with their first and only kid. Hoagie and Meryl have seen Ronnie grow since he was a baby and into his mid-twenties now. Ever since Gary died last year, Ronnie moved into his dad’s house with his dog and became really reclusive. Only Hoagie visits with him and he only shows his face in public when he’s working or down at the bar.”

“Is Ronnie going ice fishing with you today?” Meryl asked.

“No, boy’s working. Sucks too, because the weather for ice fishing this year has been shit.”

Meryl got out of the bed, “Well, I’ll make you some breakfast and some lunch to take with you.”

“You’re the best, you know that right?” Hoagie said.

As she walked towards the doorway she turned and said, “You couldn’t do any better.” Her smile matched Willow’s. She headed down the stairs. Hoagie sat up in bed and looked over at the pictures Willow had been playing with. He stretched and heard all his old bones pop as he stumbled over to the desk. His legs weren’t as good as they used to be.

What Hoagie did notice was that Willow had moved Ronnie’s picture from the back towards the very front right next to hers. Those photos had never been moved and now Hoagie could see a dust line from where the picture used to sit. Ronnie’s photo was angled so it blocked a photo of him and Meryl from their wedding, Now, Ronnie’s photo stood out with Meryl and Willow around him.  He did not have the urge to ask his wife if she had moved these. No reason to fill her mind that their daughter was a ghost.

“I will see you soon daddy.” Her voice still echoed in his mind. He kissed her picture and sat down, but still left Ronnie’s where Willow had left it, blocking Hoagie out of view point and in that moment he saw the faces to the three people he cared about the most, Meryl, Willow, and Ronnie.

Hoagie wondered into the upstairs bathroom and brushed his teeth. He admired the fact his eyes weren’t bloodshot and that he didn’t need to throw up. When finished he got dressed and headed downstairs where Meryl had already got some bacon fried. “Did you want any eggs to go with this?” she asked.

“Afraid not. I think every ice fisherman in town knows this may be our only day to fish this year. I can’t wait around too long.” Hoagie grabbed a piece of finished bacon, crisp and nearly burnt. Hoagie’s favorite kind of bacon.

“I got a turkey sandwich for you on the table right there. Make sure you grab a bottle of water to take with you! Don’t forget your tackle box this time!”

“I know. My head wouldn’t be screwed on right without you, dear.” Hoagie said, shoving more bacon into his mouth.

“It still isn’t but I can manage with a few broken things.”

“Love you too.” Hoagie said, wrapping his arms around his wife. “Seriously, I do.”

She turned and grabbed Hoagie’s bearded face and kissed him deeply. “I know you do. That’s why I chose to stick around so much.” Her smile warmed Hoagie’s heart. He saw so much of his daughter in her face. Some beautiful things could be hidden in the deepest places. It was in these moments that Hoagie could sense his daughter was still alive. Her spirit was in their love, the very love that created her in the first place. It was a constant cycle, a rotation that his heart went through with his family. He knew that when they all are dead and buried, they would find each other in another life and live through all the pain and joy again. Hoagie wouldn’t trade anything else in the world.

Hoagie knew Ronnie was haunted by the deaths in his family and what the boy never understood was how Hoagie always tried to explain it to him. The only way he got over Willow’s death was by the love he shared with his wife. He saw the pieces of his daughter fall from their companionship like a massive puzzle he could put together. Ronnie shared no love with anybody and the only girl that ever loved him was thrown away after his dad died. This angered Hoagie and Meryl to death. Ronnie and his ex-Stephanie were together for so long. They almost saw her like another daughter. It was these tragic turn of events that bothered Hoagie the most about Ronnie. Some things you just couldn’t teach certain people. He always tried to tell Ronnie, “It takes life and death to help us break free.” But he never understood. Hoagie guessed that he would have to keep telling the boy. At moments he wanted to tell Ronnie to do some real soul searching.

Willow’s death still haunted Hoagie’s dreams, but that is only because he found her dead and those images can’t leave his mind. In his nightmares he still feels guilty for an obvious accident. It’s nothing he could have been prevented. It’s the dice God rolled for their family. That is what Walter, the pastor used to say. Walter was no longer the pastor these days. He recently stepped down to spend more time with his family. Hoagie didn’t blame him.

The bacon was scarfed down in minutes, washed down with coffee. He grabbed his supplies and was heading out the door. Meryl grabbed his arm, “Bring back dinner.” She kissed him and Hoagie went on his way.

He felt the sun touch his face and Hoagie wanted to get lost in it. Most January days were always so gray. The sun could always help represent a good day and he knew Ronnie was kicking himself for missing this. Work was important in some matters of Hoagie’s life, but he would drop his job if his life needed a change. When Willow died he quit being a teacher. The drive and the passion was lost because of this invisible veil that was thrown around a room of teenagers. He knew one day she would become a teenager and he might have been her teacher, as the years would grow closer to this it began to drive him crazy. So, Hoagie quit and moved himself and his wife into Talon for a new start. Meryl worked as a florist in town and Hoagie took a job down at one of the factories down by the river. He mostly did assembly line work with little trinkets like pens and such. As the years past he took a shift manager position which worked out well when he would roll into work with a hangover. Then a couple years back he took over as the lead floor head, where he mostly just managed the place for the owners. Paperwork at a desk felt good for Hoagie. His aged body just didn’t have the strength it once did.

This beautiful Saturday wasn’t going to make him think about work. Hoagie jumped into his car and drove down to Crowclaw Lake. A strange lake with it being the shape of a bird’s foot. Talon was a town full of abandon coal mines, now they were deserted tunnels, some of which were turned into a lake.

Crowclaw Lake. Hoagie had heard people around town referring Talon as Crowclaw. He assumed there wasn’t much of a difference. The town had its share of a strange past. Hoagie looked into a lot of it in his early days when he was curious to learn of the strange town. Native Americans had left the area for unknown reasons. They were quoted as saying the ground had gone sour. This was a lost to the white settlers in the area, since they were able to grow crops a few miles away from the shore of the Illinois River. The river itself was full of fish and the land was full of wild game. It wasn’t until the town began to grow did it all become a little strange. It started with a man who killed his entire family with a pitchfork, before locking all of his life stock in a barn and burning it down with a barrel of gun powder. He revealed to the town that a mysterious man in a fancy suit had told him to murder his family and his livestock for they were “tainted.”

When Hoagie had discovered a hidden pond known as “The Pit,” he had to investigate its history. That was when he learned about the witch burnings that occurred in the town. Children had apparently gone missing and the town went insane. After the mining was finished and the lake was filled, the mayor at the time was found dead by the water. A crow’s foot was stuck in his throat, he had apparently tried to eat the bird. It was then they began calling the lake, Crowclaw.

The mayor’s widow was so upset she drown their children in the lake and hanged herself from a tree nearby. They eventually cut the tree down when they built a park there and it became known as “Widow’s Park.” Hoagie thought of how fascinating and creepy the town’s history was. Talon had blood, thick, red, and dripping in the pages of the town’s history book. Every time he walked passed Widow’s Park, he had to stop and think about all the dark history in that very place. He almost wished the tree would still be there. It would almost be too real for him.

Yes the town was dripping in red. A few times Hoagie borrowed some books from the library to take home. He would sit in his favorite easy chair, with a drink and read all the horrible tales the town had. There was the disaster in 1874, where a Ferry boat exploded right out by the riverside when travelers got on. It was loaded and ready to go when it erupted, killing everyone on board. They said barrels of bourbon were in the storage and maybe a small flame from a lantern may have erupted them. The school burning on 1901 was a fascinating one. 57 children were burned up inside. No reason for the flames was ever given. Hoagie’s personal favorite of the dark tales was the one of a giant bird. A giant bird had attacked a small child in 1904. A boy was walking to the newly built school when a bird flew down and picked him up. Reports say the bird had a wingspan of over forty feet, with a black body, a white ring around its neck and rows of razor sharp teeth inside of its needle sized beak. The bird had flown off into the woods with the boy and his body was never found, nor was the bird ever seen again in Talon.

A recent thing that Hoagie had experienced was the missing girl, Marissa Lynch. A girl in her late teens that was seen ice skating around different frozen water holes in Talon. She had been seen everywhere, from little ponds that farmer’s owned, to Crowclaw Lake, and it was rumored even at The Pit. Hoagie had seen the girl many times before she vanished. A real pretty girl he thought. The town seemed more devastated by her loss than most. Her family moved away out of depression. The same way Hoagie and Meryl moved away when Willow died. The pressure could be too much to handle and the only cure was an escape from reality. The body was never found and the worse was feared. Her family declared her dead and a tombstone was erected in the Talon Cemetery. Just another reminder of a missing girl, so gone that even the ground was estranged of a body. Hoagie shuddered at such thoughts. These memories led to him thinking of Willow, decomposing in a tiny little casket.

Hoagie’s mind tended to wonder. He always had to retrieve it or the depression would sink in and he would become thirsty. Today was the first day sober so he had no intention of breaking the seal so early. Never in his life did he ever think that he would be trying to get sober. Meryl never pushed him to, and no one ever said he should. He did have a reputation as a town drunk, but even Hoagie knew he was a fun town drunk. He did do some things that he was glad he couldn’t remember, like the time he pissed in the corner of a bar as he apparently said, “To mark his territory.” He was banned from that bar but that didn’t seem to bother him much since the owner was arrested for apparently having some involvement in some sex trafficking. The bar was closed and reopened as “The Talon Pub.” Terrible drink prices, so Hoagie never went back.

Usually, Hoagie went drinking after a day at the lake. Today was not that day. Ronnie will probably be a bit confused that he quit drinking. He wouldn’t see as much of the boy now. He would have to have Meryl invite him over for dinner soon.

As Hoagie approached the lake he grew excited. This place was his sanctuary and his home of a good time. The lake was vast and a popular fishing place for everyone in town. Hoagie had pretty good luck with the walleyes out on some of these points. Three years ago, he caught his biggest walleye through the ice. Gary Queen laughed at Hoagie trying to wrestle the fish out of his hole. It seemed rare at times to see Gary laugh. Normally he would just complain. If there was one thing Hoagie could clear up about the late Gary Queen was that man spent most of his talking in the field of complaints.

If Gary was still alive he would be out there for sure. That man never passed up a good Saturday for ice fishing. Gary told Hoagie that the only reason he moved to Illinois was for the different weather seasons. He claimed the deer hunting and fishing was much better in Illinois over Texas. Hoagie didn’t have much of an opinion on it. The outdoors were ways of dealing with stress, something he used to do with his grandpa when Hoagie was a little boy. He just enjoyed doing it as a hobby, plus Meryl was an extremely good cook with wild game. He could appreciate a woman who could take a simple rabbit and make it into a fine dining quality dish.

The drive took Hoagie off from the city and farther into the country where it was mostly farmland and wilderness. The roads whipped around with tight curves, whitening the knuckle of every driver who flew around the curves. With not much reaction time Hoagie usually got a kick out of this. The adrenaline of his youth still flooded him to take things to the limit. It did feel good to be young some days. Today was the perfect day to feel like this. Passing the sign that read, “Widow’s Park” Hoagie pulled into one of the parking spots, trying to be extra careful parking in between the lines since the snow and ice was still thick in some parts of the spot.

Getting out of his truck he walked towards the ice, noticing the several cars in the parking lot and seeing the ice shacks out in the middle. That was fine by Hoagie because he was going to take one of the points instead. Stepping on the ice Hoagie walked, almost following some coyote prints that have left their mark in the fresh powder that was still on the ice. The trail took him to the point he wanted to be with the prints heading off onto the bank. Hoagie wondered if the wildlife every really benefited from a frozen lake. Easy access for a predator on the hunt, but what if they little guy just fell in? He doubted it happened often, but couldn’t be sure on the survival. Falling through ice was something Hoagie had never done before and he didn’t plan on starting it at all.

Hoagie dragged his ice shack behind him. It slid easily on the ice, his auger and bucket were sitting on top. Sometimes he found it difficult to put the shack up by himself. Gary and Ronnie usually just sat on buckets even on the coldest days. You could envy someone like that, Hoagie thought. Gary Queen was especially good in terrible climates. He got hurt a lot but he could sit for hours in the pouring rain. The outdoors never seemed to bother the man, just everything else that was around him, like his only child.

Ronnie was a lot like his father. He seemed miserable for a good amount of the day and he spent a lot of his free time in the outdoors. There were times where Hoagie was thrown off guard by how Ronnie could swear and drink like his late father, they even looked alike for the exception of Ronnie’s dyed hair and his eye color. Hoagie would say Ronnie had his mother’s eyes but Hoagie saw something else in him. They weren’t as bright as his late mothers were. They were a dark green, almost the color of evergreen leaves in the heart of the summer

Ronnie also had something else different from his father. He had heart, something Gary always took for granted and the one thing his mother broke. No matter how much shit occurred in Ronnie’s life, Hoagie knew there was a brilliant person inside of him. It came out during the times he was most comfortable. Hoagie attended both his father and his mother’s funerals and he never saw the boy cry. He mourned on his own time he guessed but the thoughts did cross his mind. Is something hiding deeper within him? What is he holding in? What is behind those eyes?

Meryl treated him like her own son and Hoagie always appreciated that. He was a good kid with an even better head on his shoulders. Gary and Joanna Queen went to their graves without ever knowing who their son truly was, but that’s because they weren’t his parents, Hoagie knew Meryl and himself were. They gave him the care he needed, but something’s they could never fix.

When Hoagie was a teenager, he got angry at the world when his grandpa died. He once spent an entire weekend hiding in the woods. He had no food and was drinking out of a nearby creek. Hoagie did a lot of soul searching that day and really found himself. He would feel and hear his grandfather’s voice telling him how to live. It was like a vision quest that Native American’s used to do. He wondered if Ronnie should attempt the same.

It seemed as if a heat wave had fallen across the lake as Hoagie began nearing his position. It felt hard to breathe like the air was thick and heavy beads of sweat was glistening down his face. Unbuttoning his coat, he pushed on trying not to sweat too much. As soon as he lays still the air will freeze it too him. He wished Ronnie was here at that moment to take the load off of his back. Stopping for a minute hoagie sat on the shack and took his bottle of water out of the bucket and slammed half it down, a little bead of water had fallen into his beard. Hoagie wasn’t feeling much better as his stomach tossed and turned the liquid. When he stood up he felt a bit dizzy, but he kept on, marching to the next stop. A chore it became for him to lift each leg up to take another step, a process he has done a thousand times before that was becoming a hassle.

“Boy, I sure am getting fucking old.” Hoagie said. He tried to never swear around Meryl. He never understood why men swore around women at all.

A slow aching pain was occurring in his shoulders and began to grow rapidly. Hoagie still trekked on with nothing but his desire to fish to help motivate him to his destination. The dizziness was growing worse and the pain in his shoulders was moving to his chest. Feeling weak all over Hoagie could feel himself falling before it happened. He fell face first down onto the ice of the lake. Fresh powder of snow greeted his left cheek when he landed. Hoagie tried to pick himself up but he had become short of breath and the dizziness was worse.

He tried calling for help but he couldn’t spare the lack of oxygen to get his voice going. The pain in his chest was becoming fearsome and he rolled over to get to his little cell phone that was laying in his bucket. Hoagie almost never used it, but he was going to need to get to it to call for help. Dragging himself up onto the bucket, he knocked it over, spilling the contents out onto the ice. His poles rolled and his tackle spilled all around in front of him, the sandwich Meryl made him, and his phone slid the farthest away from him.

Hoagie launched himself at the phone, it was a black flip phone and he opened it to turn it on but couldn’t remember what the button was. By the time he got the phone’s logo to appear on the screen, Hoagie could no longer read it, his vision was blurry and he could barely breathe. His chest was made of fire as it felt like everything was collapsing inside of him. Hoagie had to lay his head back down on the ice, not because he wanted to, but because he had no choice too. He closed his eyes wishing Ronnie was here to help him. He was such a good boy.

“Daddy what are you doing? Wake up!”

Hoagie opened his eyes to see Willow standing over him. Hoagie jumped up and wrapped his arms around her, feeling her soft skin, smelling her beautiful hair, he kissed her warm cheeks multiple times. “I told you I would be seeing you soon daddy!”

“Oh, Willow!” it was all Hoagie could say. The image of his daughter made him unaware that the pain in his chest was gone or that all of his strength was back. His little girl was in his arms after all these years.

“Daddy can you teach me how to fish?”

Hoagie was shocked by this. “You really want to fish? You never wanted me to take you before.”

“Yeah, well you have to bait my hook. Worms are gross.”

Hoagie stood up and held her little hand. He almost couldn’t believe she was real. “Let me grab my stuff and I will show you how.” Hoagie said, sobbing wildly as he did.

“No, daddy!” Willow began. “This way! I know a better place. We can catch fish all day, but you have to bait my hook and take the fishes off my pole. Fish are gross!”

“Anything you want sweetie. Anything you want.”

“Is Ronnie gonna be alright, daddy?”

Hoagie was taken back for a second. Was he dreaming? Honestly he couldn’t tell. “How do you know Ronnie?”

“You’re always with him. You think about him a lot.”

Memories of Ronnie flooded back to him, the boy had heart and could conquer anything. “He is going to be fine sweetie. You don’t worry about him. He will find himself, he just has to.”

“This way daddy!” Willow yelled as she ran, tugging on Hoagie’s arm. He ran and they both laughed as they ran into the bright distance. Hoagie had no idea where he was, but Willow was with him and he had never been happier.

Whiskey Wednesday: The Basis of Life

Whiskey Wednesday: The Basis of Life

Well, it’s Whiskey Wednesday, and that is my favorite day of the week. Which is strange because I still have to work in the fucking morning, but I’m pretty sure my employers are used to my hangover mornings. (They make me food occasionally so it’s all good.) I have already drank three whiskeys, which is six shots of cherry whiskey all mixed with one little can of vanilla coke zero. That is a delicious drink so I suggest it. Some nights I suck down Jameson and ginger ale, or just a simple well whiskey with a little RC from the local bar in Downtown Bloomington. (Where I live.) However, I fall into a strange trance of thought that ranges to all of my adventures throughout the week, and all the shit I usually deal with. Maybe it’s interesting, but maybe it’s not. I am my own worst critic.

 

A snake named Rhaegar.

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Isn’t he pretty? (Looks a lot bigger than he actually is…)

So late last week my boss, Mark asked if I was interested in buying a python from his breeder friend. It was a lesser with black and gold colors. (Beautiful) I told him I would think about it, even though I was totally going to buy it since the breeder only wanted a 100 bucks for a snake that is worth much more. I ran off to my local pet store and bought a new tank. While trying to put my new tank in my vehicle I had happened to clip the corner across my right arm and I gushed blood like a stuck hog. I rained blood down and dripped into the parking lot. Great….The next day I ran over to Mark’s house and met the breeder who gave me my shy little ball of joy. At the time I was only 75 percent sure I wanted a second snake, (I have an adorable albino baby corn snake girl named, Banshee.) but after I put him in my hand I went from 75 to 100 percent. I do realize that owning these snakes has made me less attractive to at least 50 percent or more of the female population, which is a real pain in the ass but I guess if you can’t love my precious little rat banes then maybe you can’t love me. I did name my snake after Rhaegar Targaryen, which is a dead prince mentioned in A Song of Ice and Fire book series. (Game of Thrones) Rhaegar is probably Jon Snow’s father or maybe its Ned Stark’s older brother is his father! Who the hell knows besides Martin!? (New sample chapter from The Winds of Winter) Maybe I will cross this topic down the road, but it’s a real bitch to write about fan theories.

 

The Marvel Civil War

Every fucking person I have talked to went on and saw Captain America, Civil War on opening night. I originally meant to but I got distracted with this little thing called, “Having a Fucking life!” But no seriously, I really wanted to see it. Matt and I saw it Monday night and we both really enjoyed it. I am really burnt out on Marvel movies right now and I have been waaaaay more invested in the Marvel Netflix shows. (Daredevil, Jessica Jones) They just have a darker tone, especially with my personal fav, The Punisher joining in! (I am planning a long Punisher topic in the future.)

 

Matt’s Going Away Party

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I am throwing a little party for my best friend, Matt this Saturday. We will start off playing games and start drinking with our friends before we wonder into the downtown life and get white girl wasted, but honestly we are usually worse than that….Matt is currently dating a girl out in L.A. and will be leaving on the 23 of this month to join her. I have gone almost 20 years of my 25 year life with this kid by my side…..things will be interesting…..

 

Book Stuff

With the release of my first novel coming very soon, I have grown paranoid about the content in it. I have gotten a little crazy with the stress in it and getting a fucking cover made. I will be releasing a collection of short stories a short time after the release. One of the stories I dedicated to my mother for Mother’s day, which she claimed she loved. (Maybe) Very soon you will see a sample chapter appearing on here.

 

Problems

Well, we all have problems, like how I just broke Rheagan’s new heat bulb. So now my golden boy has to go a night without any warmth. Another problem is getting my apartment clean for this party on Saturday. (Also need to invite the bros….) Getting enough sleep so I don’t live on green tea and coke zero at work. Make dinner….oh yeah….Maybe getting a date? Or make some hella bank and moving on from this cesspool of a job and finding a better existence of reality. I should probably stop bitching.

 

Food

Whiskey makes me hungry so I am going to bake catfish and some Cajun green beans…..Nothing special about this…..well maybe Cajun green beans. (Just green beans covered in butter or olive oil with dashes of Cajun seasoning….its amazing.)

 

(Notice how each section I write gets smaller and smaller……)

 

What’s New Bro?

I am going to be writing articles called “Why all the hate?” It’s where I look at celebrities or things that the world hates and argue that we shouldn’t. I may even tell you who you should hate. This first person I am going to argue for will be, W. Axl Rose…….Side note…..I have a chart I am making called “Sex and Cheeseburgers.” Yeah, you will never look at a Whopper again without thinking about handjobs….. Very sad handjobs… (I totally had to add Handjobs to my dictionary and I am not proud of that….)

 

What am I watching?

Currently, I am watching Party Down when I fall asleep, Buffy or Angel when I am cleaning, and possibly the new episode of Arrow before slumber land.

 

T.W. Lycan is out!

What the F Hollywood! Witch Movies

What the F Hollywood! Witch Movies

We all have seen them in some shape or form. Witches. A very casual theme around Halloween. Ugly women with green skin, maybe more ugly who want to gobble up all the kiddies.  The fairy tales fill our childhood with mystery and fear, and as we get older they become something else entirely…..

Witch movies….What the fuck!?

Now before I elaborate, I want to say that I’ am not talking about Witch television shows. For example, Charmed, Sabrina, Salem, and not even Buffy The Vampire Slayer. (Love this show) All feature witches, but do you know why I am not going to talk about them? Well, they all are fucking wrong. Sexy witches! Tons of them, or at least on a Plain Jane level. Now, I love Dark Willow as much as the next Buffy fan that wants to bone her. (More of a Cordy and Faith kind of guy) Plus, she was one of the few things that was great about season 6.

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Fuck these guys

I am only going to rant about movies because they all come with the possibility to scare us. They are meant to scare us….yet they cannot…..allow me to explain. Witches and Hags were very common in early folklore. The Grimm fairy tales are good examples. (Not that fucking show) A lot of our early folklore, urban legends, and all kinds of cultures tell us about hideous women who pledge to Satan, praise him by fire, eat children, sacrifice them to the devil, play with the dark arts etc. The hysteria it would bring to villages was horrifying that lead to more than one murder. American history has its own Salem witch trials to show for it. Now, allow me to explain why I hate the movies……

The Wizard of Oz (1939)

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We all know this movie. A loved and cherished classic by many. A popular book series with a few movies. (Returned to Oz is better) The first one gave us this witch.

As a kid I was terrified of her. The green skin, her voice and cackle. (I love a good witch cackle) I would always think she would fly down on her broomstick and eat me. She was a good witch.I am not alone when I said I was scared of her. Many people suffered her as well. However, she would become the mascot for how witches should look. Green skin, ugly, maybe a crooked nose, warts, wears a big pointy hat, her crystal ball, and broomstick. Some of this is right and some of this is wrong, but it ruined witches for years to come. That look is used in pop culture. Too many examples to explain, (I will say Banjo Kazooie) but I fear this is what took the seriousness out of the Witch. Plus, we all know Glinda The Good Witch is the true villain of that movie. I’m serious, look it up! Now that I got this out of the way….its time to get to the bad examples…..

The Blair Witch Project (1999)

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I remember when this came out and how the whole world said it was the scariest movie! As a kid I was so excited to see it. We rented it from Blockbuster (R.I.P.) and couldn’t wait to see this Blair Witch……so there were some stick bound together, some yells, some bloody pieces, and an old house. No witch! No Bloody witch! It’s called the Blair Witch Project, so don’t you think there should have been a witch at any given time. The best part of the movie is when they interview people and you hear all the legends. The rest is a bunch of paranoid people running around the woods and crying into a camera!

I will give it credit for the scary atmosphere it created. It gave the sense of something looking in the dark….however I really think this film had so much more potential and it failed to live up to its own hype. They used the internet to make fake web articles, and the purpose was to make people believe that there kids really went missing and their “found footage” was real. Back then it was easier to make fake articles without a thousand people figuring out the truth in 10 minutes. Highly debatable for awhile before the truth came out, but that marketing scheme drove people into the theaters and all the film does is a bit of a let down. Why not show the silhouette of a woman standing in the background watching them? Maybe a terrifying cackle coming from the woods? Perhaps we get a glimpse of a hideous old hag when they discover the house, her face quickly vanishing from the window? The opportunities to make this movie better with an extra 20 minutes could have sold me and could have made a scarier movie. It was loved when it first came out, but has a fair share of hatred years later. Did it help pave the way for the Found Footage films that appeared in recent years? Yes. Is it the best? No. Honestly Cannibal Holocaust is the best. (It started the genre) Most of all it was false advertising for a Witch that does not appear at all in the entire movie.

I wonder if True Detective got the idea of a bundle of sticks from this movie……

 

Lords of Salem (2012)

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Well, I got what I wished for. Fucking Witches. Did it come from a good movie? No. Once again another movie that had potential and failed. Failed miserably. A disc jockey gets a record called Lords of Salem and starts her on this spiral down hill about a coven of witches and they want her etc. The film isn’t scary, but the film does deliver on witches, praying to the devil around a fire, but where director Rob Zombie fails is what hurts the movie. He gets these creative ideas that are suppose to make up and or explain events through weird mystical scenes. Think the White Horse thing from his Halloween 2 remake. In this they have this whole vacant apartment scene that was so weird and out of place it took my interest out of the movie. If it was suppose to be a dark meaning I sure as hell didn’t get it. Is it about witches and the devil? Sure, I got that part, but the movie was a mess with a predictable ending. I feel the witches were too much, and so much that they stray from the source material and begin to create their own. Rob Zombie’s only good film is The Devil’s Rejects (2005) and that’s because he does a smart and creative straight to point brutal film.

There is one good part that I felt Zombie should have exploited. In one scene Sheri Moon is walking through her apartment and in the background standing on her kitchen counter is a naked, nasty, old hag of a witch. It made my skin crawl and I was excited if he was going to do these little things throughout the film. Nope, he dives in as fast as he could and leaves nothing for build up or for our imaginations to make. At the end if this I will say that this movie was confusing, but predictable, and it was probably only 5 minutes and a lower budget away from being some snuff grindhouse film from the 70s.

Hey, at least I got some fucking witches!

Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters (2013)

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No! That is all.

The Witch (2015)

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Finally! A witch movie about witches! Witchcraft! Paranoia! folklore! Even some god damned Puritans! It literally had everything I wanted, everything I have been bitching about. Apparently the director also had a fascination with witches and wanted to make a really good film. The film deals with a Puritan family being haunted by witches or just a single witch and a lot of the horrors come from the family turning on each other. The film showed hideous hags, a child sacrifice, a boy being seduced, a torn apart terrified family, possessed animals, a crow scene that was chilling, and even a witch cackle. (It was more of a laugh, but terrifying.) The film was well directed, acted, filmed, and even gives you some while leaving the rest to the imagination.

However, There’s one huge problem with it. The target audience didn’t like it. In recent years we have had a few indie horror films make a splash. (Babadook, It follows etc) They are well directed, and original movies, with terrifying scares that leaves their target audience baffled. This movie didn’t do that.

Now all films can be classified by three differnt types of moviegoers. 1. Critics, 2. Movie lovers, 3. Target audience. Critics give awards and praise to a film, movie lovers just enjoy all types of movies and don’t make a big deal about them other than just something they can enjoy, and the target audience makes your money. Those are your horror lovers….and they all seemed to find this movie boring…..Now I consider myself being a part of all three of these categories so when I finished watching The Witch I felt conflicted. The actual witch stuff was great, a beautifully directed film, but as a horror film it just kind of sucked. A lot of confusing conversations about evil and only one really scary part. (The crow scene) I understand anyone’s disappointment in the film and I could easily see it fall into the cracks of a forgotten movie.

Each movie missed out on making a perfect witch film. I feel that Hollywood has never understood the formula.

The Wizard of Oz (A classic, but started the stereotype)

The Blair Witch Project (Great idea, but doesn’t have any witches)

Lords of Salem  (Potential with the idea, but poorly made film)

Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters (The fuck is this?)

The Witch (Great movie, bad horror film)

Now maybe I am being a bitch and need to shut the hell up (If I could) and maybe some of you actually enjoyed some of these films. I have a bit of a biased opinion and I have only seen a select few films. If you know of any foreign films that are really good I would love to hear about them, or just any I flat forgot about, please tell me. I also think that if you enjoy witches of any sort then you should check out these films. You might enjoy them! I kinda did…..and remember Witches be Bitches!

Side Note: Horror Hotel or City of the Dead (1960) Its pretty good old Christopher Lee movie about a town full of witches. It’s not very accurate at all but it is a good black & white horror flick that is mostly forgotten.

 

 

A day in Review: The Jungle Book

A day in Review: The Jungle Book

When I awoke this morning I realized I had only slept a couple hours. The night consisted of drinking, reading, and binge watching. The sun was wide and bright when my eyes could finally close. I awoke to the news of Prince’s death, and reading the details on Chyna’s death. This process was a “wake up” moment and to keep my mind from focusing on the “book shit.”

It is always in the morning when I think of my novel, or how I hate my novel. The many changes one could make to it can swirl in my mind to the point of disaster. Irrational fears of a failed polish job lead me quicker to the neck of a whiskey bottle. But not that early in the morning. (I am not that fucking crazy) I had to focus on what lay at my fingertips for the day.

Braize, Laundry, Jungle Book. (Possibly a pizza)

Braize is a small time eatery open just a few hours a day, located inside a VFW. They are bread pockets stuffed with meat and all kinds of goodies. The Rasta 4 Eye is so good I almost popped a testicle! I was meeting Basar there to chit chat over the mysteries of life…and Batman.

After having my fill I ran off to do laundry and gave my dog Nessie a walk. Fat John joined me on our journey. I was sucking down large amounts of tea, for my lack of sleep was catching up on me and I sure as hell did not want to fall asleep during the Jungle Book. I really hate to miss a part of a fucking movie.

When I returned to my apartment I sucked down even more tea while diving into video games to cleanse my brain of my negative thoughts. Soon, my father called to catch me up on life and stopped to tell me that he might have found a cancer spot on my dog, Nessie. My stomach turned at the thought. With my book coming so very soon I couldn’t imagine the fucking stress of my dog weighed down on top of it. She would be my number one priority if that turns out to be the case. I am positive that it is nothing, but fuck my thoughts today. Nightmares creep in when I am unaware.

I picked Shaffer up and we traveled to the theatre, where we ordered food and waited for the film to start. We chatted about writing, movies, and bullshit. It is our norm. We discussed our lack of excitement for another Marvel movie, (Though we are making plans to see Civil War on the opening weekend) and are rising excitement for what the future might hold with Suicide Squad and D.C. We chatted on the interesting choice of Idris Elba as Roland for the Dark Tower. Though Roland isn’t described as black, I love the fact that they are giving this talented actor a chance at the center of a loved Stephen King series.

When the movie began we went through a mix of previews that looked to be terrible and yet enjoyable. I actually want to see the next TMNT movie….but it might just be a nostalgic guilty pleasure…. Then the newest opening of the Disney castle greeted us at the beginning….the it descended into a jungle……

The CGI was amazing. Some of the best work ever! Voice acting talents of Ben Kingsley and Idris Elba were spot on! Bill Murray and Christopher Walken were enjoyable to. I don’t even remember the plot of the original so the story was a treat. My only set back that I had was the child actor. He wasn’t the worse thing, (Kid from Babadook) But he was able to pull it off. I am never sold on child actors. Very few are ever talented. Overall I was pleasantly surprised by the film. I wasn’t positive that I would have enjoyed it as much as I did.

After the movie we took off for Family Video to wonder around and judge and find more movies to devour. Shaffer went for Cooties and a couple others that slipped my mind (One had Tom Hardy in it) I rented the last Hunger Games movie. (HATED the previous one) and Sisters (It was OK) Tina Fey looked attractive in it….which is weird if you watch 30 Rock…..Oh yeah….got a pizza in that too!

The Blackhawks live on!

My book thoughts are better and they are always best in the middle of the night……its called The Devil in the Details. I might post a chapter soon…but I will probably pussy out and post a short story or something. I change my mind quite a bit. People never get a good read on me…….Oh well….That is what my stories are for!

 

 

 

 

R.I.P. Wes Craven 1939-2015

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Really sad new about Wes Craven. I have written about some of his films in the past, some of which stand near the top of my all-time favorite films (Scream, New Nightmare). He was really a ground breaking director when it came to horror. The Last house on the Left (1972) was a really gruesome movie for a low budget. My grandma tells me about seeing that movie at the drive in and how it had horrified her ever since! When he wrote and directed A Nightmare on Elm Street, he introduced all of us to Freddy for the first time. The scene where Freddy’s arms stretch across the street still makes me feel uneasy. I still believe his best achievement was the Scream franchise. I include a small list of my favorite Wes Craven films. R.I.P. You were one of the best…..

Scream 2 is my personal favorite, but the first one is a genius film and is well worth a watch. I have already written a review about it……

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Dream Warriors was the 3rd Nightmare on Elm Street, but it was written by Craven and is just an awesome sequel…..I have a review about that as well…..

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New Nightmare was the perfect finish to the Freddy Franchise…….

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Red Eye…..One of the best thrillers I have ever seen. Cillian Murphy nails it!

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Cursed….Not his best movie but one of the most fun werewolf movies I have ever seen! A lot of noticeable faces in it too.

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A lot of life is dealing with your curse, dealing with the cards you were given that aren’t so nice. Does it make you into a monster, or can you temper it in some way, or accept it and go in some other direction? – Wes Craven

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