The Sickboy Chronicles – Jenny

Sickboy sits and scribbles away at the latest installment of 101 Ways To Tell The Same Uninteresting and Hackneyed Tale. More formulaic drivel from the mind of a sorry sot. Artsy intro. Barroom banter. Insert some sappy sensitive stuff. Wrap it up with a witty line. Pure puke. Sickboy [...]

The Sickboy Chronicles – Hate

The early evening sky maintains the gray of the day as an overly anxious June Gloom blankets the coast in mid-May. A cool breeze races in from the Pacific, and even the OB parrots are squawking about the weather. They didn’t fly all the way up here to sit and shiver in this [...]

The Sickboy Chronicles – Hypomania

Sickboy has been running with a butterfly net in an attempt to capture his thoughts and put them on display. He’s been scribbling down semi-fictitious diddies and posting them online. He even got himself a MySpace page. Lately he has fallen victim to some inexplicable artistic impulse, some gut wrenching need to express himself. Or [...]

The Sickboy Chronicles – Consilience

A fairly fresh copy of the San Diego CityBeat sits open on the bar. Sordid Tales by Ed Decker is pressed on the page. Sickboy sips his cranberry juice, while his his eyes suck up the words so his brain can give them meaning. And the meaning in this case isn’t sitting [...]

The Sickboy Chronicles – Up Syndrome

Rusty is a bit peculiar. He carries an extra copy of chromosome-21 which causes him to think and speak and look a little differently than the rest of us – a syndrome first described by Dr. John Langdon Down in 1866. Rusty exhibits impaired cognitive ability, short limbs, a squat build, and an ill-shapen head, [...]

The Sickboy Chronicles – Hope

Sickboy is flying solo tonight and in the mood for a good brood. He takes a few halfhearted laps around Farmers’ Market before ducking into Tony’s. The poor sap has made himself scarce around the joint lately, a fact that has not escaped some of the staff and patrons.
First it’s Herc at the [...]

The Sickboy Chronicles – A Lost Art

Sickboy, Sevrin, and Bobby D are lined up at the bar. It’s Murderers’ Row with a shared passion for inebriation that far outweighs their scant repository of common sense. Sevrin and Bobby D are veterans of the industry. Sevrin has been drawing drafts and managing a sports bar for years. Bobby D pours them tough [...]