LAKE SHORE DRIVE

Ade tells me the first time I meet him that his name is short for something that I will not be able to pronounce. His cab is immaculate; he owns it and takes pride in its cleanliness. But, over the course of our three-year friendship, I come to recognize a faint sour smell. Could be the peculiarities of his ethnic diet. Could be a phantom smell born of Ade’s confession that the constraints of his business force him sometimes to piss in a jar.
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A good friend once told me that in order to self-apply the label of ‘artist,’ one must do nothing more than work every day in whatever medium (painting, literature, film, etc.) one has chosen to pursue.

Somehow this is incredibly difficult. Maybe it’s because we let those things that are beyond our control (commercial and critical success) distract us from the more valuable goal, which is process.

Since 2002, I’ve been working on a collection of short fiction as well as a novel, with mixed results.

I don’t think the stories on this site are very fashionable: I seldom deal in irony, and I’m quite a bit more earnest and sentimental than my peers. I’m still obsessed with sixties counterculture.

Really the most important thing is to make peace with death before it comes for you.

I figure the odds that the afterlife exist are just under 50/50.

You should stop reading this ‘About’ me section now and choose a story to read.

Contact me at mccauliflower@hotmail.com

Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.
Mark Twain



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