Month: April 2017

Someone Saved My Life Tonight: The Pastor Sal Perez Story (Theater, 2017)

Pastor Sal Perez is that simple play about a young man who is addicted to drugs and thrown in jail in an attempt to save his life. Tho the play states that is about the well known Pastor, mister Sal Perez, the actual narrative is split between a scene from his own childhood and a touching scene involving another inmate named Carlos Ortega who struggles with authority. The play opens with a confusing scene involving a voicemail left by a young woman speaking in Spanish. She speaks in a hushed manner and sounds worried, and thru a translation by Rosa, played by Marcia Gair, we learn that the woman is trying to reach the pastor because of a dream she had that involved her brother getting shot. We learn that the pastor is not in at the moment but that he must be important to his community because of how Rosa and a janitor named John, played by Clayton Minder, speak about him. He is revered and sought after, and this is our introduction to …

Bone: Out From Boneville (Comic, 2003)

  Having read Bone, the complete series 2 years ago, I returned to this first volume of the magnum opus prepared for the letdown that I inevitably would experience. So much has been said about Bone to the point that I merely expect it to knock me out of my chair in its greatness, only to be disappointed by how simple and childlike the tale begins. And yet, it’s this simplicity that makes the first volume such a quick read. It’s humor it’s chintzy, it’s drawings straight out of a newspaper comic strip, and it’s story small and quaint. Indeed, there’s hints at a larger story. In this first volume we are introduced to the hooded figure and the rat creatures that are on the hunt for “the one with the star on his chest,” which we the reader know as Phoney. And there’s the dragon and Thorn’s dream that suggest something bigger is to come, tho having read the complete series already the surprise is dead. Not that coming into this story fresh would …

Lady Gaga Part 3: Our Queen Has Arrived

Originally posted on Flawed Masterpieces:
So Lady Gaga, how does it feel to finally be a part of this neverending series articles devoted to your career? L. G: I think you got part of my career wrong.   Oh geez. I feel like a fool. Please explain.   The Fame is not about me trying to hide my emotions. They’re all on display for the world to see.   Fair enough. The back end of that album is pretty genuine. But I am curious then why you wrote a song about having a poker face. Isn’t a poker face meant to hide something?   People who play poker are trying to win a game. I was trying to win a game in sex not love.   Not to be too confrontational then, but why does the refrain say “She’s gonna love nobody”? It’s almost as if a narrator is trying to reinforce the notion that she isn’t going to fall in love.   When I want to sleep with someone I usually am capable of…

100 Bullets: Vol. 1 (Comic, 1999)

It’s inevitable that the human spirit feels guilt, tho the question must be posed after reading 100 Bullets: does Agent Graves feel guilt over his complicitness in the revenge he offers to the seedy characters in this gripping crime mystery?   Graves starts off a shadowy figure–an allure of temptation that only Satan could dream up. His forbidden fruit is a briefcase. Inside is a handgun with a untracebale bullets and proof of a crime and a picture of the person who committed it. Take it, it’s yours. Do you follow the temptation to it’s vilest conclusion?   Our first foray into the world of 100 Bullets is thru Dizzy, a sexy latina woman who has just been released from prison. On a train home she reminisces about her lost husband Hector and her child, who were, according to her own memory, killed in a drive by shooting by a gang led by a man named Lord. At least that’s what she believes up until Graves sits next to her and offers her the tool …

I Never Missed Toledo Until I Was Homeless (Part 6)

I Never Missed Toledo Until I Was Homeless (Part 6)   His name is Drew and I’m convinced he’s a saint.   No more than 5”7’ and around 150 pounds, Drew is new like me to the City Mission, having stayed exactly one more night than I. Also like me he’s in a crisis, looking for a new beginning to life, tho for different reasons.   Drew tells me he’s here because he was addicted to meth and is trying to escape his old life. Having seen friends go crazy on the drug, he called the mission and was told they had a spot for him. 20 mintues after than phone call he was out the door and headed here.   He tells me he’s from Brunswick, Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland tho I have no idea where that’s at. He was working at a metal factory, working a stamping machine, but is cryptic but his current situation. I gather from talking with him that he was living with his mom and then some friends …

Sitting in the day room at the City Mission

Sitting in the day room at the City Mission   black man sings gospel a mistake for what I call blues as Junior sets the deck up boasting in a tongue of bullshit   all the while drew rolls a cigaret and jeff leans with a lazy hand as lazarus pulls his pants up hanging on to his batmobile   next to me weezy dons a fur coat screaming his foul raps to the Gods a pimp shot in the head and lived yet seeks to forget his regret

The Ghost at My Feet

The Ghost at My Feet (A Variation of the Tale of Lady Margaret and Sweet William) By Michael Medlen   For the past three nights, around midnight, the ghost appeared at the foot of my bed dressed in her old white dress. The first night I was scared to death, shivering in my bed. I had never seen a ghost before, and never thought I’d get the chance, not that I wanted to. That night she didn’t say a word to me, only stared, with her cold white eyes that matched her dirty dress. After the first night, I took it for a dream. That is, until she came back the next night. Still, she didn’t speak. Just the stare, while I lay frozen in my bed, too scared to move. Again, the same occurred on the third night. It wasn’t until the fourth that she spoke. “How do you like your bed?” she asked with a sweet, fair voice. “It’s quite comfortable,” I said. “And the sheets that cover you?” “Even more comfortable.” “And …