http://slow.writerscafe.org/wyharris The original writings of author William Yasanari Harris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048330 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 XI   Iwas only there for a few hours; but that was time enough for Ashley and Amy to driftoff into one of their personal conversations�"the frequency of which hadincreased in the last month or so�"and find out an “altercation” had occurred .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1965262/ X Afterthat, I have little recollection.  It’slike everything went dark.  All I know forsure is what Madigan told me.  Accordingto him, I knocked over a stool and caused a server to spill her drinks on atable of customers.  One of them got up,but Ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1964598/ IX I seldomsweat from the sauce on wings, and I’ve never ordered anything that I wasn’table to stomach.  That being said; thosewings were hot.“I’mburning up,” I told Madigan.“In thefires of Hell,” he laughed.“Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1964585/ IIX He tappedme on the shoulder to join in, but I was too scared to sing sympathy.  I held on for dear life.  Madigan was driving like a nut.  He was out of control.“It’s red,”I shouted.He ranit.“You ranthe light,” I told .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1963937/ VII Somechubby little boy was crying for his mask and snorkel.  The other kids were playing keep-away.  I got up and intervened, returning the boy’sstuff.  A nearby mom frowned at me.  So I went back to my apartment.  I reviewed notes on a lecture from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1963921/ VI Thatclient wasn’t the only one to mention Madigan dining at Flannery’s Steak and Seafood.  I’ve heard others talk about his frequentingthe place.  I’ve been there just once, butI never went to the bar.  Carl talkedabout Flannery’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1963915/ V Thatpromise was never realized.  Heather wasforced to leave early.  We talked for a while;and I gave her a quick capsule of my life. I told her about my aspirations to be a writer.  I even touched on an old girlfriend back homeand a problem my sophomore y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1963678/ IV  Reviewingwhat I’ve written so far, one might get the impression that all my wakingmoments were spent shadowing Madigan.  Onthe contrary, most of what I’ve written so far was just a collection of observationsor conversations in my journal; and an invite to on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1963645/ III Isqueezed my way through the crowded entry corridor.  I was greeted by a myriad of painted faces.  They sized me up and down and one even winked.  Here and there I gave the once over, but thatwas the extent of my interest.  I wantedno part of their fake smi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1963577/ II Theweeks that followed were rather hectic. What with the start of classes, getting cable and utilities, unpacking,constantly running out to get something forgotten back home; daily and weekly chores,and other stuff I can’t recall but still managed.  Indeed, ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1963559/ I When Iwas a more impressionable lad my father would tell me whenever I asked him forsomething a friend had, “Son, just remember that the grass is greener overthere because our dog s***s in their yard.” Whatirked me was we didn’t have a dog.  M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1963285/ This is a third-person narrative about a tragic character with an insatiable appetite for life and the effect he has on the young narrator. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyharris/1963195/