Tag: alcoholism
member name: Ricky Fico
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August 12, 2007 09:11 AM EDT --
FOOLISH GAMES
You played your games, deftly and with skill
time had left me, now there's no time to kill
You once could climb a mountain
now you're just a fool on the hill
Do you remember the . . .
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November 26, 2006 03:23 PM EST --
It's time to go through the revoving door again but this time, not as a patron but in spirit only. I will enter un-noticed and hopefully mingle with the crowd, again un-noticed. I don't want anybody . . .
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December 03, 2006 06:58 AM EST --
It's the second day after Christmas now and the crowd had shuffled in. Tony, he's not in the best of spirits, though the last two nights his till took in more money than the previous two weeks . . .
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August 02, 2007 08:37 AM EDT --
As a young boy with youthful yearnings and miniscule earnings derived from my lop-sided paper route, I decided it was time I do something really nice for Momma and maybe, just maybe, she'd forget her . . .
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March 14, 2008 10:14 AM EDT --
I awoke to the sounds of the fury
So loud were the screams,
I had to do something in a hurry
From my bed, I rose quickly to my feet
For a moment I stood there,
not knowing what to do next . . .
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December 02, 2006 12:48 PM EST --
A brief biography:
In my life I had witnessed so much, and at times, perhaps not enough. Sometimes, what I witnessed compelled me to stand taller than I would otherwise; other times, unfortunately, . . .
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June 28, 2007 02:46 PM EDT --
a memoir (reposted)
Mom, I'm really hungry," Wendy says, the growls from her mid-section providing testament to the hunger that pervades her eight-year old little body.
Mother, who'd spent . . .
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December 17, 2006 07:13 AM EST --
Excerpt: THE BOOKCASE
"Time creeps into a new hour, the sun higher in its trajectory. I want to sleep but I can’t. I want this day to end but it won’t. So, it’s a . . .
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January 06, 2007 08:23 AM EST --
Just this morning, while eaiting my Fruit Loops, I received a phone call, a very important phone call. From Washington. No, it wasn't from Bush. Not this time. He called me last week. Collect. . . .
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August 04, 2007 06:33 AM EDT --
I am proud of myself, conducted good business with Claire, affording me the chance to conduct even better business at the Jewel Food Store. I've a wagon full of cookies, peanut butter, tuna fish, bread, . . .
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December 01, 2008 02:23 PM EST --
It’s Christmas Eve, and it’s unlike those of years past. There’s not much under the tree except the sweater we bought for Mother at the Salvation Army Thrift Store. Trish and I had wrapped it with the . . .
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October 04, 2007 09:04 AM EDT --
In the driving rain you're driving to end the pain
driven by remorse, gulit and shame
In the driving rain, there you go again
down the road on a dead-end lane
The bottle in your hand a false pretense . . .
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January 15, 2007 10:55 AM EST --
Margo had her hair done up for a night out. The way she figured it, a night out with Brett would help to lessen her worries a bit, maybe even help her to forget who she was for awhile. Let the pressures . . .
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June 16, 2007 11:32 AM EDT --
Ah, how life sometimes can be so funny, even resembling a skit on Saturday Night Live or better yet, Sanford and Son. How I look back at my early years and recall the sometime comedic overtures, the periodic . . .
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January 01, 2007 08:15 AM EST --
Some, they say I had committed suicide, a long time ago - over fourteen years ago to be exact. Well, the truth of the matter is I had planned on it - a plan that was so concrete who'd ever . . .
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October 26, 2008 08:52 PM EDT --
Hearing what sounded like backfire he opened his eyes. He pulled back the curtain, looked out the window. It was just getting light— a few pallid squawkers silhouetted in ash huddled nearby . . . .
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November 15, 2006 10:47 AM EST --
First things, first - ah, yes, coffee- the main ingredient in the stew of possibilities. Awake and armed with an arsenal of thoughts - a few drawn from seductive dream, a few others drawn from the dawn . . .
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February 18, 2007 04:22 AM EST --
(a memoir--previously posted in the Amazon Short Story Contest)
Mom, I'm really hungry," Wendy says, the growls from her mid-section providing testament to the hunger that pervades her eight-year . . .
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