Lightning in a Bottle

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Prince TONIGHT at the House of Blues

Get Ready for THREE shows tonight at the House of Blues on Sunset.  Tickets are sold out already!

Oh SNAP! These could be the last three dates of  his 21 day Los Angeles Stint.

Who's bad?

Paul & Andre ~ Hollywood Night Club: FEAT Glittering Hull

Supposedly.  This Wednesday is suppose to be sick.

Some great Local Hollywood DJs' earning their licks.

There's no confirmation that it will be Glittering Hull performing, but it's a possibility.

They're also there on Sundays.

Here's the Daily Candy Link

Eliot Benjamin

Sure.  You might know him as the hunky Hollywood actor.  But we all know him by his crazy antics and as a budding painter.

Gemini in Full Effect

Joplin Tornado deadliest since the 1950's

Tornado's are flattening the heartland.

Death toll rises to 116

A little preview of "Sour Candies" by Jon Dambacher

Chicken

He sat bald and sweating through his black wifebeater in the driver’s seat of that burgundy Dodge Neon purchased on eBay.  The passenger’s seat window had already lost most of its tinting to reveal the slurping, chewing, sucking chicken tender grease off his fingers.  His final action would be swallowing that mouthful followed by a large sigh deflating his chest.  There was a silence after the gunshot.  It was strong in its intent and a successful hit.  His forehead fell deep into the steering wheel and stopped.  Just outside the car, between the KFC parking lot and the sidewalk, traffic continued going through, slowing down, and stopping at the light for hours.

Before leaving the parking lot I thought about calling the police to report what had happened.  Having been the only witness to his colorless mental defeat, perhaps some help was needed, maybe his family should to be notified, a child may be called out of class to sit down in the principle’s office and gently learn the truth.  But this isn’t a job for an incompetent man like myself.

In his fallen silence I understood this had been a moment of strength.  He took possession of his own destiny.  There he would sit finally in a moment of power.  

I left him without calling some brutes to pull him out of there, to remove him from his faux cloth thrown of chipped metallic burgundy.  As a captain clings to the bow of his sinking ship he would remain in his final resting place like a sergeant with one round left covering his troops by spraying bullets as the others run for cover.  We expect our heroes to remain heroic.  I think he would have wanted it that way.