honea byrne

 In that first year being Clean and Sober, your body and mind is going through changes because your body is no longer being poisoned.  You get sexually aroused, which greatly explains why couples get together and separate. Also you really want to drink and do drugs. It does pass.  The wanting drugs/alcohol part does. Throughout the book there are songs that I loved, still do, and new songs I discovered. Some say they can't listen to music they used to listen to. I personally did. Therefor, It is very possible. This book has Stripper Vampires, and much drug and alcohol abuse. READ THE DESCRIPTION two paragraphs down. This book is inspired by me wanting sex, drugs, and Rock N Roll (GRAPHIC SEX SCENES) during that first year. Synopsis Finally finally finally Don Diputs has achieved his dream of being an affluent best selling author. It’s time to celebrate. Thus his agent sets him up for a vacation in a mansion. Things go awry starting with a debauchery of sex, ...

Vlad’s seizure lasts for five minutes, which seems like an eternity to Joshua and his friends. They stand there helpless while Vlad flops and twitches like a fish taken out of water. Finally, Vlad comes to and opens his eyes. He looks up from where he is lying on the floor. He sees the faces of his friends looking down at him in concern. “We thought you were going to be deceased. You scared the fuck out of us” Boris says. Joshua lends Vlad a hand and helps him to his feet. “We were going to put you in your car and leave you in the parking lot at Walmart if you croaked” Timothy says and starts laughing. No one else finds his joke very funny. The circle of friends start sawing off chunks of steak, shoveling it into their mouths. All eyes are rapt on the movie that is playing on the television. Tombstone is still playing. It has reached the part where Doc Holiday is at the piano, drunk, playing a rendition of Chopin’s nocturne. Everyone recites the line that inevitably comes. “It...

My Megalomania at Midnight afterwards Afterward-2dec 2006 2:30am done with the first editing process.             Many many weeks ago if you would have typed my name, Honea Byrne, on your internet Google image bar it would have taken you to a graveyard’s tombstone of some distant relatives of mine. Rising from the proverbial ‘dead’ in all appropriateness is a chief mantra of the story. How appropriate it was; for we on and from the Coast will forever be changed.  Even more so, appropriate due to the fact that the story started off loosely based on Chuck and I taking pics from town. One of the scenes was indeed from a graveyard located on 28 th street in Long Beach .             I started this story in May 2005 with real scenarios and loosely based ones; they were my hangout spots. Most of which would, unknown to my conscious mind, not...

Excerpt from My Megalomania At Midnight click here to purchase   for free from May 23-27, 2016 Men are like dogs, too dumb for their own good, and women are like cats, too smart for their own good. …while the automatic teller machine is at the entrance, right by the door and its temptationally blinking fancy lights like a pin ball machine. Then my mind lights up like a light bulb. The Archetypical theory: Pimps are the managers. Whores are the musicians. The johns are the fans. Except the roles get confused: the strippers are the pimps and the audience are the whores and johns.    While master debating the philosophies in my mind, like a capitalist zombie, I stick my card into the automatic teller machine for a $3. fee to get a withdrawal of $200. Damn! Am I a whore? Pimp? Or a John?             The cigarette smoke, of my future fans and of me, stings my eyes. Chain smoking, coff...

free book promo May 23-27, 2016  click for link here  Introducing female rapper V-Chip LIKE a child retreating in fear…I ball up and sat in the far corner of the hole. I heard a car stop. Footsteps hit the asphalt amplified and combined with my heart beat. It created a drum beat, my personal anthem of doom.   16 I’m back in the room w/ the candle dripping on the ceiling resembling a droplet of water slowly dropping from a faucet and rippling on the water-w/no laws of gravity, as it falls upward (upworld):                                     “The REVELATIONS have no ending, and this reality too is not a MYTH.” John’s got a very serious look on his face-like a doctor telling a family that their loved one is dying from a terminal illness. His face is strange in color: off whit ...

My Megalomania At Midnight Is Taken from these real life events. May 23-May 27 for free (updated edit)  My Megalomania at Midnight get it here I still think that Charles playing guitar was something very magical. Used to think he was born like that. He probably was. He had also been playing for almost two decades. Charles music (some of his later music)  I was just starting back in 2006, I was playing with my Krammer that I had bought in Korea in 1999. Back then I didn’t think I could play unless I was drunk.  Before leaving for the Army, 1998,  I had played a bit on keyboards, with a band that never left the trailer park . Charles had shown me the basic chords. Taught me how to play Bob Dylan’s “knocking on heavens door” G, D, C chords, remembered it with mnemonic God Damn Cigarettes. I have songs that motivate me. When I learn how to play these theme songs I feel more empowered. The more I play guitar I realize being good is like every thing else; it’s a...

excerpt from  My Megalomania At Midnight (A Mississippi Tall Tell of Rock N Roll Fantasies, Heart Breaks, and Disasters During Hurricane Katrina)   link to  INSIDE: It’s like a hall of fame, of “has been’s” and “never was’s.” From the looks of this place; it looks like it used to be classy. Like, one of those grand pent house types of class; with fake plants that look real and inside water fountains. Even has numerous upright grand pianos along with other musical equipment.               But now, it smelled of pop icon pestilence: week old pepperoni, hot beer, smell of ass and stale weed. Jeeze, I could go on and on. These “has beens” and “never was’s” are living like wild animals. Activities engaged for them are orgies, rap freestyle contests, and acoustic live sets. Indeed, this is where we go when the cliché goes hack. Yep, all of their lives seem to be summed up by the phrases of songs rippin...