# The Mechanical BankTim Donlan October 18, 2004 The boy loved gadgets.Before mother gave him the mechanical bank, he was always pulling apart old windup clocks, littering the living room carpet with sprockets and gears and detached cookoo heads.Mother would see an old piece of junk in the bedroom
Convenience Store August 9, 2004 They come for cigarettes, forties and pork rinds. They come for little foil pocket packs of condoms, for that single one-night stand of safe sex. They come for bottles of coke and juice and water, or maybe a slick plastic wrapped porn mag, masturbation material.
I finished The Fountainhead about a week ago, and wanted to write something about it while it was fresh. The surface rationale of Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead is preaching Objectivism. It’s a pretty straightforward belief system that has pros and cons. After thinking about it though, a few
The future is a blank slate, and I wonder if I’ll let nuance fill it for me. Will a phone call and a handshake set my path for years to come? Or will I take charge, decide on my own? I’m without a doubt at a crossroads. Everyone
Tim Donlan July 6, 2004 Courtesan The young man moved with inexperienced and nervous jerks, his naked brown body splayed on the floor. Sweet hazy smoke wafted through the room, out the curtained window into the courtyard. It was a sweet aroma, of ground nuts and Kasturi leaf. “The elders