Archive for the 'Gangster stories' Category

A chill

12Nov06

The dream has no beginning or end and I always wake up at the same time: just before the door opens and the tall man is about to enter the room. The experience never lasts beyond this point. There is no continuation.
But it is the way with dreams that the dreamer is both actor and [...]


I smile at my reflection in the flawed mirror as I shave. The eyes are the same eyes that stare back at me as a boy, now set in an older face. With my razor I trace the course of the scar – hardly visible now, just another fold of falling skin – through the [...]


To be blessed

08Nov06

Three bar scenes, 2am lounge scenarios, backstage kitchen sink sets. Imported stench from the ghettos in perfumed candle or aerosol formats. A few blacks, spics, bubbles and micks around the place, strategically situated on bar-stools and banquettes, just to brighten up the setting and muddy the narrative, for the paradox that’s in it.
“You know that stumbling feeling?” Ted asks. [...]


The Weird Metropolitan is an extremely unusual sandwich invented by Sergio Zacharini, the proprietor of an obscure London eatery called the Cafe Tina. It’s also the title of a novel in progress by Jon Hilltown. That’s me. I’m a regular patron of the cafe and one time secret lover of Tina Zacharini, the cafe owner’s [...]


An epistle

26Oct06

To the man alone in the overhead gallery the cocktail counter is a blur, a crumpled facsimile of a Saturday night, a hung-over dream-scape of unwashed glasses, overloaded ashtrays and under-exposed desires. He reaches into the breast pocket of his overcoat, takes out a notebook and places it on the table. With sluggish movements, like [...]


Slumberdrop

12Oct06

You see, Nico hasn’t killed anyone yet so I guess he’s still salvageable. Sure, he’s hurt people — stabbed them or cut them — but he’s never shot anyone at close range, has never bundled some guy into a car, taken him to his mother’s house, stripped him naked and blown him in the mouth [...]