Dec 18, 2021·edited Dec 18, 2021Liked by Chris Dangerfield
On the Scale of Life, he observed the two empty dishes hanging suspended off each end of the arm. It was all balanced, needle hovering exactly between "Excellent" and "Wasted".
Chris metered out and put a slice of life time in one dish -representing skills learned, time spent honing his craft. With a soft 'thunk' the arm hung awkwardly on maximum travel stop, needle pointing to Wasted.
In a matter of seconds though, in the other dish, almost like magic, appeared a beautiful woman, sensualism, opportunity... and a working bed. The scale self corrected, the needle swung a good way into the Excellent zone. Chris smiled and put in his new shoes and the nice coat. Needle was now heavily into excellent zone.
The happy smile had turned into a victorious grin, looking about "What esle?". Almost without hesitation he picked up the tiny dropped baggy of Charlie from the floor and flippantly tossed it on the dish. Needle became unsteady, jerky motions... there was an ominous creaking noise now coming from the ceiling hook whereupon the scale was suspended, SH--!
Grim but interesting chris.. looking forward to reading all your stories. As a none reader I quite like your life stories and taken the plunge and ordered brave new world, I remember you saying its an easier read than 1984. Keep up the good work 💪
This is good. Sort of reminds me of a few things I've read, but at the same time comes through with a distinctive voice. Looking forward to reading more.
I can't relate to your experiences, I can't say "been there, done that", which is what makes your stories so very entertaining. Marvelous insights into another world. Keep 'em coming!
I’ve been looking forward to reading this after hearing what you said on your channel. It was painful to read I’m sure (if you have a history with this stuff) - I don’t but get that.
There are touches of humour in this utter horror show (the motorcycle helmet made me laugh)
I can’t wait to read the others in this sub stack and your book will be one I get.
Mulled this one over for a few days to let the aggregate settle, as I like to try and keep it short I’ll crack on. There was a lot of jaggy little corners here, as per, but the takeaway for me was the introspective mirror, “ to see ourselves as others see us”,( Burns). A kind of Möbius strip, the “selfish bastards”, creating their image primarily to suit themselves and your interpretation of their conclusions, both travelling the same surface and both sides at the same time. Burns called it a “ gift”, I’m not so sure.
A sweet, crazy little vignette. It's interesting to get insights into the mind of someone that, as she said, everyone likes, that women, ex girlfriends like. Maybe because I can't quite relate to this, I'm intrigued by the seemingly charmed life of such a charismatic winner.
Or is that the reader being the 'selfish bastard' also? Imposing a fantasy onto this reality of bloody, awkward sex and tears.
I like how you don't shy away from the coldness of your character's gaze, "someone so beautiful trapped in their own banality." There is that balance of honest cruelty with a pitiful, pained humanity shot through these junkie tales. Is that the key to their charisma?
The image of you wearing a bike helmet on the loo, ready to rag doll it, into the floor is wild. The sarcastic observation, "she'd enjoy that" as she scampers off, makes a great scene.
Another heartwarming Christmas tale told by Dangerfield.
On the Scale of Life, he observed the two empty dishes hanging suspended off each end of the arm. It was all balanced, needle hovering exactly between "Excellent" and "Wasted".
Chris metered out and put a slice of life time in one dish -representing skills learned, time spent honing his craft. With a soft 'thunk' the arm hung awkwardly on maximum travel stop, needle pointing to Wasted.
In a matter of seconds though, in the other dish, almost like magic, appeared a beautiful woman, sensualism, opportunity... and a working bed. The scale self corrected, the needle swung a good way into the Excellent zone. Chris smiled and put in his new shoes and the nice coat. Needle was now heavily into excellent zone.
The happy smile had turned into a victorious grin, looking about "What esle?". Almost without hesitation he picked up the tiny dropped baggy of Charlie from the floor and flippantly tossed it on the dish. Needle became unsteady, jerky motions... there was an ominous creaking noise now coming from the ceiling hook whereupon the scale was suspended, SH--!
Grim but interesting chris.. looking forward to reading all your stories. As a none reader I quite like your life stories and taken the plunge and ordered brave new world, I remember you saying its an easier read than 1984. Keep up the good work 💪
Thankfully my experiences with sex on coke were far more fun, providing you can get past the shrinking dick phase.
Beautifully bleak story.
Can't imagine why any girls would unsubsribe though, titter titter.
Small, but full of cerebral tangents.
Classic Dangerfield. It's like watching an episode of Dexter.
Does Mumford know about this one??
PS. Great writing
This is good. Sort of reminds me of a few things I've read, but at the same time comes through with a distinctive voice. Looking forward to reading more.
I can't relate to your experiences, I can't say "been there, done that", which is what makes your stories so very entertaining. Marvelous insights into another world. Keep 'em coming!
Your writing often has the quality of Ray Bradbury and Jeannette Winterson.
It's an easy read that will make you picture the scene, short, a bit random but honest.
Bloody hell.
Nice one Chris.
Reminds me of when I worked at the slaughter house. Keep em coming mucker
Catching up after Christmas..
I’ve been looking forward to reading this after hearing what you said on your channel. It was painful to read I’m sure (if you have a history with this stuff) - I don’t but get that.
There are touches of humour in this utter horror show (the motorcycle helmet made me laugh)
I can’t wait to read the others in this sub stack and your book will be one I get.
Happy Christmas Chris
Mulled this one over for a few days to let the aggregate settle, as I like to try and keep it short I’ll crack on. There was a lot of jaggy little corners here, as per, but the takeaway for me was the introspective mirror, “ to see ourselves as others see us”,( Burns). A kind of Möbius strip, the “selfish bastards”, creating their image primarily to suit themselves and your interpretation of their conclusions, both travelling the same surface and both sides at the same time. Burns called it a “ gift”, I’m not so sure.
Merry Christmas
A sweet, crazy little vignette. It's interesting to get insights into the mind of someone that, as she said, everyone likes, that women, ex girlfriends like. Maybe because I can't quite relate to this, I'm intrigued by the seemingly charmed life of such a charismatic winner.
Or is that the reader being the 'selfish bastard' also? Imposing a fantasy onto this reality of bloody, awkward sex and tears.
I like how you don't shy away from the coldness of your character's gaze, "someone so beautiful trapped in their own banality." There is that balance of honest cruelty with a pitiful, pained humanity shot through these junkie tales. Is that the key to their charisma?
The image of you wearing a bike helmet on the loo, ready to rag doll it, into the floor is wild. The sarcastic observation, "she'd enjoy that" as she scampers off, makes a great scene.
Always enjoy reading these. Much love.
Gertcha