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I could hear muffled sounds around me and the steady beeping of a machine. Where the hell am I? The last thing I remember was sitting with my best friend, Lucky, drinking a cold one and watching the sunset on the ocean. “Shh…Stop crying. We don’t know if he can hear us. You do not [...]

I’m so sick of this.  Every time that I log on to my Facebook page, I see the same boring crap over and over again, and I am finally fed up with it.  Every post seems to be the same mundane garbage about people’s kids, and who sneezed, who went to school for the first [...]

The First Morning at OC   It’s 6:00 am and the alarm is blaring!  Deadbeats are shouting all around for someone, anyone to turn that damn alarm off.  Finally, Agnes gets up and stumbles to the television remote control pushing buttons repeatedly which really doesn’t help matters.    Effie:  Agnes!  What the holy hell are you [...]

What if the Big Bang, which is assumed to have created our cosmos, actually destroyed our spiritual existence, trapping us as physical entities bound to the fabric of the time-space continuum for billions of light years? All of space is black. There are no stars or any planets. There are no sounds. Only complete silence [...]

The Deadbeats are getting “gussied up” as Effie so aptly puts it in the new dresses they bought on the Boardwalk the night before. They are all laughing about their “last” trip 25 years ago when they shared one bathroom between the six of them.    Bertha:  I swear it was a miracle that we [...]

The First Morning at OC   It’s 6:00 am and the alarm is blaring!  Deadbeats are shouting all around for someone, anyone to turn that damn alarm off.  Finally, Agnes gets up and stumbles to the television remote control pushing buttons repeatedly which really doesn’t help matters.    Effie:  Agnes!  What the holy hell are you [...]

The First Night The Deadbeats were sitting at the outside dining area of DaVinci’s having their pre-dinner drinks. Reminiscing about being in the same restaurant 25 years ago. Agnes: I hope we can pay the bill this time! All of the Deadbeats laughed. The last time that they dined at this establishment, it was their [...]

The Deadbeats Have Arrived They pull into their luxury hotel with the oceanfront view. As the bellboys take their considerable amount of luggage to their adjoining suites, the Deadbeats take in the view from the lobby. Bertha: Wow, it’s a helluva lot nicer than the shithole we stayed in 25 years ago. What ever happened [...]

  Approximately a year later. The Deadbeats are in an 2014 Escalade riding down Highway 70 with the air conditioning going full blast, Violent Femmes, “Blister in the Sun” blasting out the surround speakers and a joint being passed around. Myrtle insisted on driving, since she wasn’t partaking. The Deadbeats are singing along with the [...]

  Another Deadbeat Chronicle, starring the infamous: Ethel, Gertie, Effie, Myrtle, Bertha and Agnes. For reference about the Deadbeat Club, please read, “To Earl or not to Earl”  at http://frontrowlit.com/?p=2623 Again, it started innocently enough as a Facebook chat on their private Deadbeat page. Ethel: Girls, are we all on? Agnes: Here! Myrtle: Yo! Bertha: I am [...]