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Catfish burning (2/2) | Stories
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Goody two-shoes →. March 24, 2015. Anyway, one day, I talked to Jimmy about the Denis incident. I said: Damn, Jimmy, for Christ’s sake, I know I’m a French idiot and I know I’m in Mississippi, and I know of ‘nigger’ here and ‘nigger’ there, but what the fuck gives with you and young Denis? Jimmy thought about it for a long time. You’re looking for more work and more money, right? Jimmy only asked me. Well, that was the case so I said Yes. Sanding the ponds, what the fuck was that! There was a good moon a...
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Goody two-shoes | Stories
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Anybody there →. March 26, 2015. They’re talking to each other. She has flat shoes. He has expensive loafers. Abstract by Ellar Wise. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window).
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Catfish burning (1/2) | Stories
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Happy St. Patrick’s day. Catfish burning (2/2) →. March 22, 2015. For a white boy like me, Jimmy Clark was kind. He gave me a job and showed me Southern hospitality. This was Mississippi, the Magnolia State, and a white foreigner, French at that, was somewhat welcomed. Upon arrival, the apparatchik could only attests that everyone was working, hard. Every day, his bus departed at 11:20, to the next town, to the next job site. So it went and nothing got done. One day, as we were doing nothing on the front...
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Happy St. Patrick’s day | Stories
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Catfish burning (1/2) →. Happy St. Patrick’s day. March 18, 2015. Bigger than his head. Abstract by Ellar Wise. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window). Les dormeuses ...
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Stories | Ellar Wise | Page 2
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Newer posts →. So many fucking stories. June 8, 2016. Line 9, late. Going home, drunk, tired. As I board the train. There’s a guy laying on the floor. He’s not all there. He’s sucking his thumb. Looks like no pain though. Continue reading →. Balling not in Sofia, Bulgaria. February 21, 2016. So I sat still. It was a nice evening in the Balkans. Cold war wasn’t far but there was spring in the air. I was sitting in a city park and, until then, I was pretty happy with myself in Sofia. Continue reading →.
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Mrs One | Stories
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What time is it again? Stetson Mike →. March 14, 2015. I saw her, sitting alone, in the Richelieu-Drouot metro station, downtown. It was late at night in Paris and, as every night in winter, drunks and hobos were there keeping warm in the station. Across the tracks, two Russians, fucked up and boozing, were screaming in Slavic; a bit farther, two white kids with their dogs and beers and nowhere to sleep had lost hope for luck. 8220;I’m going to the end of the line too,” she eventually answere...Oh, the v...
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Ellar Wise | Stories
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Author Archives: Ellar Wise. July 5, 2016. Whiff of a woman. Still think of her. She would have been. Continue reading →. June 29, 2016. Blow off she says. Continue reading →. June 23, 2016. I take Line 9. I know all kinds of beggars. On Line 9 I know them all. Some of them I saw. Their kids grow up. I’m now seeing Pakies. Continue reading →. Above ground not too high. June 15, 2016. Sometimes Line 9 is elusive. Especially late at night. Still have to go home though. So I was in an Uber cab. June 11, 2016.
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What time is it again? | Stories
https://ellarwise.wordpress.com/2015/03/12/what-time-is-it-again
Do you want my daughter? Mrs One →. What time is it again? March 12, 2015. Saw an ad on Line 9. Am I young again? Abstract by Ellar Wise. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window).
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Do you want my daughter? | Stories
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What time is it again? Do you want my daughter? March 11, 2015. Marriage sucks but it usually sucks because of you. Most of the time, you asked for it. You said yes and, nine times out of ten, you made the wrong choice. You were left to make your own decisions and it shows. So, if marriage sucks, it is mostly because of you, not because of her or him. Next morning, at 6:30 am, everyone was up for work, me included, because, in summer, most of the work needs to be done before it gets too hot. We’d finish ...
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Stetson Mike | Stories
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Happy St. Patrick’s day →. March 16, 2015. Funky part of town. A stocky black guy, strong. Sun glasses, it’s midnight. With a sticker from Indiana. Mike Tyson’s illegitimate son? Abstract by Ellar Wise. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Enter your comment here.