Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
PART TWO
Where are you? Are you hiding from me?
Are you still looking for things that no one else can see?
– Coil
Pareidolia: Chapter Nine
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
ZEKE
Powelton Village, Philadelphia | July, 2000
This turns out to be remarkably easy. Marcus comes over to my apartment the next day, and we find her within I want to say twelve minutes. Leah’s website doesn’t give a phone number, but the white pages do. There are only two Schaudts in the greater Philadelphia area, Barry R. and Josephine M. We try Barry first (my number blocked of course, Marcus and I huddling over my cell phone, on speaker) and she actually answers the call.
Pareidolia: Chapter Eight
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
ZEKE
Downtown Philadelphia | July, 2000
The hotel lobby isn’t super busy. Marcus is pacing outside. I’m inside, enjoying the air conditioning, half hoping Marcus won’t cut and run.
I nearly spit out my gum when Todd taps my shoulder from behind.
“Let’s go.”
Pareidolia: Chapter Seven
Pareidolia: Chapter Six
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
BALERO
Society Hill, Philadelphia | June, 2000
So the book club. Finally going. I get off the bus and find my way to the appointed corner at the appointed time and find a hardy Daryl, he of the acne and the long black ponytail, just parking his car. He’s flanked by two breathless young beauties. This makes him look like a programmer or a rock god, because otherwise how could he ever…
Pareidolia: Chapter Five
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
BALERO
Spruce Hill, Philadelphia | June, 2000
That Saturday afternoon at the convention center was enough to knock us out of our usual orbit and send us off to smoke our own stashes in private. No more Stoner Paradise adventures. This isn’t anything new, but it usually happens during the school year when academia presses down on Marcus like invisible furniture. I don’t know. Something changed in him that day. He became surlier than even I sometimes get, which is saying something. I decide to hang back and let him come around, which he does, and it’s nasty.
Pareidolia: Chapter Four
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
MARCUS
Powelton Village, Philadelphia | June, 2000
Zeke buzzes me in. He lives alone, thank Christ. I lurk beneath a parade of throbbing orange lights until I reach his door, which I bang on hard enough to jiggle off the little number under the peephole. It’s never occurred to me that the orange lights in the hallway look like ’50s flying saucers.
Pareidolia: Chapter Three
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
BALERO
Downtown Philadelphia | June, 2000
It was a dry spell from hell. Never seen anything like it. The holy grail of friendly, stocked dealers who promptly returned their pages and weren’t crazy were suddenly impossible to find. In desperate times wishes for dealers both friendly and prompt were abandoned in favor of those who lived nearby and didn’t own a large gun collection and perhaps did fail to take their medication, but even these fleeting ghosts were not to be found throughout the dark months of April and May.
Class of ’93 Mixtape Series
Don’t worry if you’re stuck at at desk job while your brain is stuck in the 90s — you can still have a rave in your headphones anytime you like! These old-school electronica mixtapes will take you back to where it all began.
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