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1997 Stories by Bill Blake

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  • The Trashman

    published December 18, 1997

    I was taking out the trash when I watched them swing around in that horrible pickup truck and park in front of the single-wide next to mine. I... More >>

  • The Trashman

    published November 20, 1997

    I confronted the want ads this morning. Help wanted. Yeah. The agony. If I ever commit suicide, there'll be a newspaper open to the want ads... More >>

  • The Trashman

    published October 23, 1997

    Love fades, but with me it is always wrenched away like a rotten tooth. My expertise at self-sabotage and being continually defeated, drained and... More >>

  • The Trashman

    published September 25, 1997

    The trip from my trailer park to the strip bar usually lasts as long as a quart of beer. I had finished a 40 of King Cobra by the time I pulled... More >>

  • The Trashman

    published August 21, 1997

    Sunday afternoon in the middle of August. I come to, ready for the undertaker. I look up at a picture of Jesus, hanging on the faux paneled wall... More >>

  • The Trashman

    published July 24, 1997

    This morning my neighbor across the court accidentally killed her dog. Backed over its head with her Pontiac. My girlfriend used to feed the... More >>

  • The Trashman

    published June 19, 1997

    Something snapped. The wind blew, the dust rose, and inside my trailer, an empty malt-liquor bottle came sailing for my head from the kitchen,... More >>

  • The Trashman

    published May 22, 1997

    I cracked a 40 of King Kobra, opened the curtains a bit, and took a seat. My trailer park's domestic-theater show had just begun, and my neighbor,... More >>

  • The Trashman

    published March 20, 1997

    I came to and the contents of my stomach made a bid for freedom. I stumbled to the toilet just in time to fill it with last night's Old Milwaukee.... More >>

  • Trashman

    published February 27, 1997

    Mountain-Vu Trailer Court. Apache Junction, Arizona. 2:30 a.m. I had the Clash going. Loud. The trailer was pumping. Pabst Blue Ribbon... More >>

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