Full Blue Moon Dementia

  Demetri, a shifty little bastard up on multiple murder charges, was my cellie. Many a night I’d feel the bunks shake as he jacked off and made weird noises. It was common agreement that one should do it quickly and quietly. He was on the top bunk so it shouldn’t have been a problem....

  It’s three in the afternoon on a weekday. I’m jogging on Santa Monica Boulevard doing my usual four miles: out Santa Monica to Fairfax and back along Sunset. Oddly, there are a lot of other folks jogging at this time of day. I’m wondering: does anyone in Hollywood have a regular nine-to-five job? Or...

              Print version published in The Weeklings April 26th, 2014    

  I forgive you. I was robbed at gunpoint by an addict (who jumped me from behind and took me down before putting the gun in my face). And while it was terrifying, he didn’t hurt me. Afterwards, I felt sorry for him, because you have to be in a terrible place to do something...

    Dear Mr. O’Neil, I did not incorporate a formal thesis statement in my essay because I like the freedom to be able to change the essay’s direction depending on what I have to say or the tone I am portraying. If you notice, I have used different supporting paragraphs for each element of...

      Dear Mr. O’Neil, Thank you for sending your manuscript. However I am at odds as how to respond to your writing. There is a darkness I find unsettling. If I am to believe it actually is memoir then you are not a person I want to know, let alone represent. Your manuscript...

    That awkward moment: when you realize (or really just suspect) the upstairs neighbor has been listening to you YELL at yourself for the last ten minutes – and then in an effort to sound as if it were a phone conversation, you abruptly scream, “goodbye.” That awkward moment: when you’re hugging someone, someone...

  Patrick O’Neil reading for Sensitive Skin Magazine from Patrick O'Neil on Vimeo.      

      Film: Evan Karp  

    Lit Up Spring ’11 Patrick from AULA BAMP on Vimeo.