Most of Central Florida knows Stone Crazy (Patrick Scott Barnes) as a poet. Yet, he also photographs, DJ and blogs. The rest of the time, he's guzzling booze in a Central Florida bar.
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Category Archives: fiction
“You’re playing too much gangster rap,” Scott said. The evening’s DJ night at Bohemian Spot was over. At the bar’s register, Scott handed Don his pay. Scott owned short brown hair and wore a beard. Don owned chocolate-brown skin and … Continue reading
“You’ve got a jungle growing out here,” Marvin said. “You need to cut the yard, Anson.” Marvin was standing at the door of the house. After visiting his older brother Anson, he was now leaving. Marvin’s brown-skin was a shade … Continue reading
During the evening at Orlando’s Confederate Park, Dan drove his car into a parking spot. Aged 43, grey strands showed in Dan’s brown hair. A white polo shirt covered his beer-bellied body. Also, he wore light-brown slacks and grey loafers. … Continue reading
In August 2012, African-American Terrance McNeil was traveling from Greenville, South Carolina to Orlando, Florida. Before reaching Orlando, he stopped in the small town of Celery City, Florida. On the Internet, he had read about Celery City’s friendly residents and … Continue reading
“How long are you staying?” the hotel clerk asked him. It was an elderly white guy who wore glasses. Also, the guy owned short white hair. “Two nights,” Terrence said. Terrence noticed the pause on the clerk’s face. “Something wrong?” … Continue reading
1990s Downtown Orlando. Back when EDM was called techno and rave music. Yet, during this particular time, rappers Tupac and Biggie were already murdered. I was hanging out at a favorite sleaze joint, a nightclub which shall remain nameless. At … Continue reading