Author: Aaron Echoes August
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (Love and Loss)
For the battles break you at times. There. Over those hills I look out at the far gone on the horizon, now bathing in the holy amber light of another fading day. Read more
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Inclined Corners of a Yellow Map
This is a companion piece to Bite of the Oven Salesman. Cigarettes For a Saint Once I was west and with the oven selling in Omaha behind me, I set a half-empty pack of Marlboro cigarettes on the stone feet of St. Francis outside the great cathedral in Santa Fe as a sort of offering. Read more
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The Monarch of Devils)
Off to El Paso I went to El Paso. It was some summer of love and it was hotter than Georgia asphalt in July. But this wasn’t Georgia, it was Texas. I was afraid my little old Nissan would overheat in the middle of nowhere, but it did not. It made the trip faithfully. Four Read more
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The Misty-Eyed Stormtrooper (Episode II)
The Unexpected Meeting When things had quieted down and most of the other stormtroopers were settling into the barracks for the night, Karl retrieved his secret cookbook from its hiding place and snuck off to the communal kitchen to bake bread. He rummaged through the cabinets to gather bowls and utensils and pans and all Read more
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Have you heard of a line?
I don’t know what it is, but every time I go out in the world lately my patience with human beings is further tested and frazzled. It seems like decency, kindness, and just plain ol’ consideration for others has completely gone out of style. Rudeness and selfishness seem to be trending upward. To hate onView… Read more
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The Laguna Bungle (Session 4)
The Nomadic Mind I’m not sure if the woman in the pink bathrobe had just hired me to kill her husband, but it sure felt that way. And if that was the case of the case, she was getting it for a bargain. But there was no way in hell I was killing her cheating Read more
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (Low and High)
I went down to the river. The mighty Pecos River that wasn’t so mighty. Maybe like me. I stood on the edge looking down at the slowly swirling brown water. Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 