The Last Days of Darrian 7
In the mirror where I once saw a strong, willful man, I now stare into the eyes of a weak, pitiful creature. All hope is absent in those orbs.
In the mirror where I once saw a strong, willful man, I now stare into the eyes of a weak, pitiful creature. All hope is absent in those orbs.
The life of Attila the Hun, the way I interpreted it.
Two weeks in the summer of 2002 evoke more memories for me than any other fort night in my life. At the time, it seemed like a horror movie, but staring back through the fog of time, I now see it as an exciting adventure. At 15 years old I stared down a gun barrel, [...]
When it was built, it was envisioned as one of the major travel hubs in western Massachusetts, but Pittsfield’s bus and train station is far from a bustling cross road. It’s more like the dead transit stops you find outside of gas stations in the mid west. By that I mean its a pain in [...]
Within the last twenty years kids have become dumber and dumber. I watched the change as it happened. It was fast and disturbing. When I started in elementary school, we were taught the competitive system that had kept America on top of the world since my grandfather was born. Kids were expected to learn every [...]
It’s funny how if you put the word “free†in front of something almost worthless, it becomes an irresistible commodity.
I stepped outside the other day and became witness to a state of near panic. Traffic was blocked for a half mile in either direction in front of my home on Dalton Ave. Several [...]
I read an article in the Eagle about the ‘Guardian Angels’ offering to “help” with a vandalism problem in Housatonic.
Are you fucking serious?
Ok, so I don’t support vandals, but that’s what bored South County rich kids do when deprived of entertainment. Really, though, that’s a matter for the pigs…er, police officers, that is (hey, I [...]
I’ve been all around the continental block, seen all manner of strange behavior; from ranting rocky mountain militia men who think that the FBI is out to steal their shacks to French Canadian weed dealers who like to watch guests take turns on their wives.
But few places are stranger than the place I grew up [...]