Archive for the ‘Fiction: The Doc Santiago Diaries’ Category

(Previously: Eyeless on Boulder Highway) “I have the beast secured in a crate on the back of a flat-bed truck up in Henderson,” Doc Santiago said. A cigarette suddenly appeared in his left hand and a flickering wood match head in his right. He allowed the flame to flicker and dance around his blue eyes [...]

(Previously: Che Guevara and the Morphine Murder) As incredible as it may seem, I hardly noticed him at first. I was sitting in the shadows at the far end of the bar scouring a battered Spanish-language paperback of Huxley’s Eyeless in Gaza, carefully searching for clues. The Metro homicide detectives had ordered an autopsy on [...]

When I was younger my father told me that if I paid very close attention during my journey through life I would meet people whose very existence could be called into question. He called these people sentient beings. My father was a scientist and believed in a great many strange and wondrous things.  “Just because [...]