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Ear For Love

Richard Stockton — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 01:13:35 -0600

The Stop Sign

Richard Stockton — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:38:27 -0600

Everyone hates the sign. It is insane to put a stop sign on the road coming across the mudflats into our high school, but they’ve put the sign on the paved driveway to stop cars leaving school for a dirt road that is used by the janitor twice a day. Some say the highway department needs to satisfy an insurance regulation, some say they bought too many signs and have to use them. But the sign is wrong, and everyone knows it. It is asinine. We can hear the teachers asking each other, “Who the hell asked for the sign?” .

Standing In Line At The Bank

Richard Stockton — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:36:46 -0600

I went down to Beverley Hills for a commercial audition. I spent the entire day waiting in a line of actors to step up to a camera, deliver one line and then be told "Great-job-thanks-for-coming-next." I‘m in hell. I'm sitting in Beverley Hills commuter traffic, I inch forward to maintain my place in line. A flashing light controls our robotic movement as we inch forward, advancing one car at a time. What happened to me? I was going to save the world. Now I save letters of recommendation, I save receipts. I save time. I save my place in line.

Unstoppable Truck

Richard Stockton — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:33:57 -0600

It's the dead of winter 1968 and we‘re not stopping. The old bread van's monster heater keeps us warm until one of us has to relieve his bladder and slides the side door open. The key is to arch your back far enough so the sixty mile per hour wind does not blow the urine back into the truck.

Missed Chance For Cheap Thrills

Richard Stockton — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 13:41:30 -0600

1968. One year after the summer of love. And I'm embarrassed about how little I know about love. I'm a student at UC Berkeley with hair to my shoulders. I'm eighteen but people tell me that my dewy-eyed innocence makes me look fifteen. I act fifteen. My secret shame is I feel fifteen.