tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386594182024-03-13T04:42:26.619-07:00One Day Closer To FridayTHE STORY OF ONE MAN'S DEATH. READ IN REVERSE.Manny Kulkowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10149464044513938619noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38659418.post-30382808007329908782007-02-09T03:39:00.000-08:002007-02-02T04:16:43.720-08:00THIS BLOG HAS MOVEDTHIS BLOG HAS MOVED TO:http://onedayclosertofriday.bravehost.com/index.htmlThe site hosts One Day Closer To Friday in a more booklike form so now it can be read from the start without the arse of scrolling.Manny Kulkowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10149464044513938619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38659418.post-37517059108844781112007-02-02T03:25:00.000-08:002007-02-02T04:16:43.761-08:00Part 5Two Characters.K-Boy. The Big Man.They could've been there the whole day and not noticed. Lying at odd angles on two bean filled sacks listening to the funky psychedelia of the Sixties. Waiting for the man, Lt, to come.A guitar strummed a beach tone and the drums called for another toke.They could've been there the whole day and not noticed a thing except the shape of their feet."I didn't hear Manny Kulkowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10149464044513938619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38659418.post-42417208371794697252007-01-26T01:56:00.000-08:002007-01-26T03:00:07.295-08:00Part 4He took his chips to the window seat.His fingers sank into the damp sweaty package.He couldn't erase the memory of that cocky cunt pissing on his chips.He felt like tossing them in protest but nobody would understand the protest unless he explained it but then, they wouldn't understand that either.It was a Saturday afternoon.Town was lethargic.Shifts had changed and the organised morning shoppersManny Kulkowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10149464044513938619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38659418.post-71355024284212766392007-01-26T01:45:00.000-08:002007-01-26T01:55:31.714-08:00Part 3Friday came like so much pent up ejaculation.Over so quickly, before it had even properly arrived.A week of frustration wanked off in so many seconds.Hours of reality transmuted into fractured moments.Faces blurred.Actions forgotten or not even realised.Was I even there at all?K-Boy realised he had to stop tripping so heavily.The fall was beginning to graze his fragile mind.Saturday morning and Manny Kulkowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10149464044513938619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38659418.post-1169483870176000292007-01-22T08:00:00.000-08:002007-01-26T03:01:00.993-08:00Part 2Smoke drifted lazily from his mouth.The television was discussing genius in a dry tone that suggested it had never been close.He rested his cigarrette in the eye of his ashtray and considered a fresh roll.His mind was beginning to move; or at least to convey the appearance of movement and to gravitate.The cathode shone brightly in his darkened room.A candle in a beer bottle guttered in the slightManny Kulkowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10149464044513938619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38659418.post-1169328851186011712007-01-20T13:12:00.000-08:002007-01-26T03:01:44.086-08:00Part 1It started with a kiss.That was K-Boy and Nico two years previous to the start of this particular series of events.They have now split up but back then they were just getting going.It was largely a sex thing all along. K-Boy would often wander into the fanciful realm of unrequited love but Nico always yanked him back from the brink. Out of the two of them she was the one with an idea of what was Manny Kulkowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10149464044513938619noreply@blogger.com0