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Continue reading →: A New Name
The night came. I stepped outside. And it hit me immediately. The smell. It was everywhere. Sweet. Thick. Tempting. Drifting through the air from every neck in the city. I wasn’t hungry. Not yet. But it reminded me of my abuela baking—cookies in the oven, filling the whole house. You…
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Continue reading →: My Domain
Guess I had to do this, might as well do it right this very minute. Well, actually it was about 15 minutes before I wrote this, but still… welcome to the official launch of dannylucci.com. Feels so professional to have your name with a dot com after that points to…
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Continue reading →: Uh…
I found myself in the curious position of wondering what AI thought I looked like. Not sure why that thought crossed my mind, but it did. Anime style, though. None of this real life business. I know what I look like there. So I took to AI and asked it…
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Continue reading →: The Pigeon Picture
For those wanting to know, I was sitting in my car at a McDonald’s here in Las Vegas. The food was… McDonald’s. Not bad, not good, but enough. Slamming a few fries into my gob, as you do, I looked and saw this pigeon with a bagel or some sort…
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Continue reading →: I Will Survive
I met him in a bar. The West Village. It was thick with cigarette smoke. This new song, “I Will Survive,” had just come out and it was playing when I saw him. He smiled. He was older–twenty-seven… but really cute. Really fucking cute. He asked if I wanted to…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Sauce
The garlic smell hit him first. As his eyes cracked open, it was penetrating everything. He smiled, the noises from downstairs making everything feel alive. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Just after eleven. Perfect. He slid into a pair of gym shorts and a form-fitting white tank top.…
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