a note on st. paul and others to come

dear gentle coitusers--

i'm not proud of this story, but it does floor me for how much i understood at the time. much has changed over the ten years since this was written, or maybe it hasn't.

an explanation for the change of venue: i began reading melville's moby dick, and while i am a good way through it, my annotated copy is roughly 750 pages. so instead of letting the site go sans post i'll be putting up some old short stories of mine, ones that i have no hope of publishing. i discovered all of these in an old box i haven't gone through in some time so all the stories are ten years old or older. please grant patience and credence to a young, aspiring writer who was still swinging for the fences.

this first one is of particular interest as it is a story that has been banging around in my head since i was about seven. over the course of the last 26 years i have attempted it on multiple occasions, and it is (hopefully) coming to fruition in the novel i am currently working on. none of the characters in this short story emerge in the novel, yet many of the overlying urges and wants remain the same. it is interesting how little i knew about the city at that point.

i always hate it when a band comes out with a rarity b-sides album and expects the fans to buy it, but since these haven't been released i hope you'll enjoy them. while all of these stories are short stories, i believe blogs should be quick reads so all of the following short stories shall be released in serial form.

h. (i am old) richter