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Killing Strangers
Killing Strangers is a collection of first-person short stories. An adrenaline ride from the Hawaiian Islands to the Bahamas. From the Rockies to the Andes. From the desert to the jungle. ÒOn The RoadÓ meets ÒFear and Loathing in Las VegasÓ. The stories ¥ Motorcycles, ATV's, 4x4's, trains, ambulances, planes, cruise ships, a SeaDoo and a DUKW. ¥ Women and witches and beggars and whores. ¥ Drugs and alcohol and frantic calls to 911. ¥ Pistols and shotguns and blood and Her Majesty's Prison. ¥ Passports and oceans and envelopes full of cash. ¥ Gambling and hurricanes and missing millionaires. ¥ Guinea pigs and lobsters and wild pigs and sharks. ¥ Confrontations with police at home and abroad. Photos and details www.KillingStrangers.com
251 pages, paperback
First published January 1, 2007
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June 28, 2009
"Hero in Me" by Jeffrey Gaines
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8ldtD...
He’s lived as long as he possibly can
Given the circumstance.
Because he’s protected himself from the world
He never gave it a chance, and he says
Here in my security
I’ve put a limit on my self-potential and my possibility.
She’s seen these walls and they never change
Everything’s in its place.
Her relationships so neatly arranged
Down to religion and race, and she says
Here in my security
I don’t make a move unless my friends approve, I do what’s expected of me.
And as I grow older, and there’s so much that I do not know…
I’m drawn to those who are older, and go where no one dared to go.
And I Sleep, and I dream of the person I might have been, and I’ll be free again
And I Speak, like someone who’s been to the highest peaks, and back again
And I Swear, that my grass is greener than anyone’s, until I believe again
Then I Wake, and the dream fades away and I face the day and I realize
That there’s got to be some hero in me, there’s got to be some hero in me,
there’s got to be some hero in me, there’s got to be some hero in me.
They’ve been suppressing their every desire,
They do nothing on a whim
She’s lost her sparkle and he’s lost the fire
Their future looks very dim, and I say
Here in my security
I’ve simply let myself go out, develop a cold dependency
And as I grow older, and so many places that I have not been…
Time is tapping my shoulder, I hope its never too late to begin.
And I Sleep, and I dream of the person I might have been, and I’ll be free again
And I Speak, like someone who’s been to the highest peaks, and back again
And I Swear, that my grass is greener than anyone’s, until I believe again
Then I Wake, and the dream fades away and I face the day and I realize
That there’s got to be some hero in me, there’s got to be some hero in me,
there’s got to be some hero in me, there’s got to be some hero in me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8ldtD...
He’s lived as long as he possibly can
Given the circumstance.
Because he’s protected himself from the world
He never gave it a chance, and he says
Here in my security
I’ve put a limit on my self-potential and my possibility.
She’s seen these walls and they never change
Everything’s in its place.
Her relationships so neatly arranged
Down to religion and race, and she says
Here in my security
I don’t make a move unless my friends approve, I do what’s expected of me.
And as I grow older, and there’s so much that I do not know…
I’m drawn to those who are older, and go where no one dared to go.
And I Sleep, and I dream of the person I might have been, and I’ll be free again
And I Speak, like someone who’s been to the highest peaks, and back again
And I Swear, that my grass is greener than anyone’s, until I believe again
Then I Wake, and the dream fades away and I face the day and I realize
That there’s got to be some hero in me, there’s got to be some hero in me,
there’s got to be some hero in me, there’s got to be some hero in me.
They’ve been suppressing their every desire,
They do nothing on a whim
She’s lost her sparkle and he’s lost the fire
Their future looks very dim, and I say
Here in my security
I’ve simply let myself go out, develop a cold dependency
And as I grow older, and so many places that I have not been…
Time is tapping my shoulder, I hope its never too late to begin.
And I Sleep, and I dream of the person I might have been, and I’ll be free again
And I Speak, like someone who’s been to the highest peaks, and back again
And I Swear, that my grass is greener than anyone’s, until I believe again
Then I Wake, and the dream fades away and I face the day and I realize
That there’s got to be some hero in me, there’s got to be some hero in me,
there’s got to be some hero in me, there’s got to be some hero in me
August 25, 2015
Author was kind enough to harass me over previous comments on this sub-par literature.
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