I Am Lucius van Dyke III

please note: this entry is a continuation of the December 12, 2005 storyline (click for link). The entries in between now and then should be disregarded for now. They may show up again in the future. This is a work in progress and readers will see some editing happening as I discover the story right along with you.

“What the hell was that?” asked Noel.

“Some bum. Wanted a buck,” I said as I tossed the pack of Sixlets to Noel who was laying on the air mattress on the floor, our sole piece of furniture.

I laid down next to Noel and turned on our thirteen inch black and white TV with the vertical hold problem. I gave the television a good whack on the right side and the picture of news anchor Paul Moyer stabilized. Read the rest of this entry »

“What the hell was that?” asked Noel.

“Some bum. Wanted a buck,” I said as I tossed the pack of Sixlets to Noel who was laying on the air mattress on the floor, our sole piece of furniture.

I laid down next to Noel and turned on our thirteen inch black and white TV with the vertical hold problem. I gave the television a good whack on the right side and the picture of news anchor Paul Moyer stabilized. Read the rest of this entry »