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This is an excerpt from my novel Blood, Skin, and Ink.<\/p>\n

Blood, Skin, and Ink is the story of a woman who’s been to Hell and back so many times she’s lost count. A sex worker, a teenage runaway running from the law, a wild rock and roll musician, and a barroom brawler. Miranda is a six foot tall Devil Girl, trying to find her salvation by trying to turn her back on her wild life of booze, drugs, sex, and chaos.<\/p>\n

Click on the image for the Kindle version!<\/em><\/p>\n

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This excerpt is a flashback to her squat days, when her and her punk friends are living in an abandoned office building.<\/p>\n

FYI: Miranda has told all of her street friends that her name is Elizabeth, because she is on the run from the law and does not want anyone knowing her real name!<\/em><\/p>\n

Miranda
\n(AKA Liz)
\nAge 15
\nSquatter<\/strong><\/center><\/p>\n

     Miranda made her way down the dark hallway.
\n     Picking up the metal strip, she lightly tapped it against the pipe five times.
\n     At the end of the hallway, she knocked three times. She stood in place for a minute and then knocked on it again five times.
\n     She had been there long enough that she had the code memorized.
\n     It did not take long for Miranda to get used to squat living.
\n     Every person got a personal spot or space, usually a corner of a room or one section in the main room where they spread out their bed rolls or sleeping bags.
\n     There was a general area in the squat where people piled extra things, such as extra clothes and food. People also found and brought in other items, such as backpacks, CDs, band patches, pins, and other random items that were up for grabs by squat residents, things that their fellow squatters thought other people might need or want. That\u02bcs where Miranda found the sleeping bag she now used, grateful to be able to stay truly warm during cold San Francisco nights.
\n     A few people were adept at scrounging. At least that\u02bcs what they called it. Miranda was pretty sure that many “scrounged” items were actually stolen.
\n     One day a few squat residents showed up with five very large blocks of cheddar cheese, large packages that looked as if they were used in restaurants. Another time one of the baldies showed up with large metal tins full of flat white crackers. Miranda and everyone else were impressed when Sussy and a few of her friends hauled in several cases of canned coffee drinks.
\n     Then there was the time Shooby, the short and thin shaggy-haired punk who had been living at the squat the longest, brought in a very large cardboard box full of tampons. All of the squat women were surprised and delighted.
\n     \u201cHoly shit!\u201d exclaimed Sussy. \u201cWe\u02bcll never have to buy tampons again.\u201d
\n     \u201cWhy\u02bcd you get a giant box of tampons?\u201d
\n     Shooby shrugged. \u201cI found \u02bcem. I figured you guys could use them.\u201d
\n     \u201cOkay,\u201d replied Miranda as she rolled her eyes.
\n     There was always a flow of beer and liquor in the squat. Random six packs would show up, and on the weekends cases of cheap beer would show up along with bottles of hard liquor. Drinking was, by far, the most popular pastime at the squat.
\n     As cavalier as the residents could get, there were some strict rules. Residents had to be careful coming in and out of the squat, making sure no one was around when they used the outside entrance. They had to be especially cautious not to let any police officers or any kind of city officials see them coming in and out of the squat.
\n     Visitors were frowned upon, but were not unheard of. As far as Miranda knew, only Shooby and Sussy were allowed to bring in new residents. If anyone else wanted to bring someone in as a new resident, they had to discuss it with Shooby and Sussy first.
\n     They were always cautious about lights, more so than loud noise. General lighting was only used deep inside the building, and not near any windows. They usually kept the lights low, leaving the squat dimly lit. On a few occasions they would black out the squat, turning off all of the lights and having everyone sit still and quiet, usually when police cars were rolling nearby. There was an emergency tap that everyone had learned, and it could be banged out against a window or an outer wall, just so long as someone in the squat could hear it.
\n     Every time Miranda left the squat she took her backpack with her, even though Sussy insisted it would be safe to leave it behind. Miranda would occasionally buy treats for everyone, such as bags of chips or cheap twelve-packs of beer, and claim that she had shoplifted them.
\n     She did not want anyone in the squat knowing she had money. Not even Sussy.
\n     Miranda no longer had to remind herself that her name was now Elizabeth as everyone always called her Liz. She still wondered if the police were looking for her. They could be looking for her because she was reported as a runaway, or perhaps her parents had informed the police that she had stolen all of their money.
\n     They could be looking for her because of what had happened at her high school.
\n     The boy she hurt.
\n     Miranda came back with several bags of potato chips just as Birch the Baldy came in with a case of Meisterbrau.
\n     \u201cThanks for the chips Liz,\u201d said Birch.
\n     \u201cHow\u02bcd you rip off so many chips?\u201d asked Laura, the gaunt punk with orange hair.
\n     \u201cEmergency exit,\u201d said Miranda. \u201cThey say they\u02bcre alarmed but they usually aren\u02bct. You can just duck out the back.\u201d
\n     \u201cWhoa. Cool! I never knew that.\u201d
\n     Sussy had told Miranda that.<\/p>\n

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<\/p>\n

     Miranda carefully cradled her bag of malt liquor. \u201cGo to the park?\u201d she asked sheepishly.
\n     \u201cNaw. There\u02bcs a better place.\u201d
\n     Miranda did not ask where they were going as Sussy led her down the street. They walked for several blocks along the main street and then turned down a side street, walking through a rough-looking neighborhood.
\n     They had walked at least ten blocks before Sussy turned to her. \u201cCarly\u02bcs place is just aroun\u02bc the corner.\u201d
\n     Sussy led Miranda up to an old house, a two-story house that had a weather-worn staircase leading up to a large porch. The small front yard had a collection of wooden boxes and metal milk crates stuffed with random items. Small colorful signs were in the yard: \u201cKeep Austin Weird\u201d, \u201cWavy Gravy for President\u201d, one sign that only had the word \u201cMayonnaise\u201d on it, and another one that read, \u201cExpose yourself to Art,\u201d with a picture of a man flashing a statue.
\n     Walking up the slim path to the stairs, Miranda realized one of the wooden boxes was a beehive. Bees were zipping in and out of it.
\n     The porch was crowded with boxes, bags, random pieces of wood, and a few pieces of old furniture. There was a large collection of ceramic plant pots piled into a far corner, most of them full of dirt. A middle-aged woman with wild, curly blonde hair was standing at the top of the stairs with a bottle of beer and a cigarette. She was right next to a young, pale woman with dark flat hair who was sitting in a rocking chair, staring out into the distance.
\n     The middle-aged woman had a lot of lines in her face, but her bright blue eyes looked as if they could see right through you, even though her eyes had a glazed look about them.
\n     She was wearing skintight faded blue jeans that showed off her round hips and ample thighs, along with a Fugs shirt and a faded denim vest. She leaned towards the stairs as they approached and sneered at Sussy.
\n     \u201cHey Carly,\u201d said Sussy as she trudged up the stairs with Miranda right behind her.
\n     \u201cWhat th\u02bc fuck? Where\u02bcs th\u02bc boys at?\u201d grizzled Carly.
\n     \u201cAin\u02bct got no boys today,\u201d said Sussy matter-of-factly. \u201cJust got my bud Elizabeth with me today. You can call her Liz.\u201d
\n     \u201cGoddamn, this damn house is turnin\u02bc into a fuckin\u02bc clambake. I\u02bcm tryin\u02bc to get a sausage party goin\u02bc on in here!\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah sure you fuckin\u02bc dirty ol\u02bc woman!\u201d snarked Sussy.
\n     Carly looked right at Miranda as she stepped onto the porch. \u201cHoly shit, it\u02bcs fuckin\u02bc Wonder Woman!\u201d
\n     Miranda looked at her feet as she walked up the stairs.
\n     \u201cDon\u02bct hit me!\u201d smiled Carly as she facetiously held up her hands. \u201cSeriously though girl, an Amazon like you can help me toss some of the rowdies.\u201d
\n     \u201cLiz isn\u02bct like that,\u201d sneered Sussy. \u201cLemme help you handle the rowdies.\u201d
\n     \u201cYou\u02bcre one of the rowdies I was talkin\u02bc about!\u201d smiled Carly.
\n     Carly led Sussy and Miranda into the house.
\n     It took a moment for Miranda\u02bcs eyes to adjust to the dark living room. Not only was there barely any light, a fog of cigarette and marijuana smoke permeated the room.
\n     A large coffee table was on the right side of the room. It was covered with beer cans, liquor bottles, and ashtrays. Miranda squinted to make out more details, such as small pipes and lighters
\n     Three young punks were sitting on a couch next to the coffee table. Around the room were a wide variety of chairs: easy chairs, plain wooden chairs, padded bar stools, and plastic fold out chairs.
\n     Stepping into the room, Sussy said hello to everyone. The coffee table punks said hello or grunted in response. Sussy guided Miranda to a couple off old padded chairs at the far end of the coffee table.
\n     As Sussy handed Miranda a bottle, she spotted a few people sitting in some of the dark corners of the room, people she had not noticed when she had first walked in.
\n     Sussy turned to the people sitting on the couch, one green-haired punk, one punk with bright red hair, and a young man with a mohawk sitting on the end of the couch whose eyes were half closed.
\n     Sussy leaned into Miranda. \u201cThis is Elizabeth. Yes you can call her Liz.\u201d
\n     \u201cHey Liz,\u201d greeted the green-haired punk in a wavering voice.
\n     Carly came in from the kitchen with a can of beer in her hand. \u201cToo many damn bitches in this place. Gotta get some more young guns in here!\u201d
\n     Carly plopped down in a large and grand easy chair that overlooked the room.
\n     Miranda gingerly sipped her beer while she looked over the details of the room. There were pieces of artwork everywhere: paintings, small gargoyles, macabre needlepoints, posters, a few show flyers, and all kinds of assorted objects that were hanging from hooks such as bracelets, necklaces, keys, tools, and wild metal decorations.
\n     Miranda took a long swig off of her forty ouncer. The beer was bitter, but it warmed her skin.
\n     Miranda had learned to drink from her parents, grabbing a can of beer or a swig off of a bottle now and then, starting when she was a tween. Her parents drank so much they never noticed any missing cans or any reduction in any liquor bottles, no doubt assuming that the other adult had probably taken it, if they had ever even noticed at all. Miranda was surprised when a schoolmate told her they could not take any liquor from her parents’ bottles since they would notice any reduction in the bottle\u02bcs contents right away.
\n     Carly lit a cigarette and chugged her beer. Miranda looked to her as Sussy chatted with the colorful women. \u201cI\u02bcve never seen an adult let kids drink and do drugs in their house,\u201d said Miranda.
\n     Carly held up her hands. \u201cWell, I know you kids are gonna get drunk n\u02bc get loaded, and I\u02bcd rather have you doin\u02bc it here where I can keeps an eye on ya, rather than have ya do it in some park or empty house.\u201d
\n     \u201cReally?\u201d
\n     Carly reached into her vest pocket and pulled out a handful of keys. \u201cNo drunk drivin\u02bc tonight!\u201d
\n     The slim mohawk fell over on his side, slumped over the arm of the couch. Carly walked over and got him to his feet, guiding him with some difficulty to another couch on the other side of the room. She laid him down and walked out of the room, coming back with a blanket that she gently put over him.
\n     Walking over to a crowded desk, Carly brought out a Polaroid camera. She leaned down and took a picture of the sleeping mohawk. The flash did not make him budge even an inch as the old camera spit out a square picture.
\n     Miranda had watched the whole thing with fascination.
\n     \u201cCost a doin\u02bc business here Miss Liz,\u201d said Carly. \u201cYoung men who pass out here get their picture taken.\u201d
\n     \u201cYou don\u02bct take pictures of passed out girls?\u201d asked Miranda.
\n     \u201cHell no. I don\u02bct like lookin\u02bc at girlies.\u201d
\n     The green haired punk walked over and look down at the mohawk as Carly waved the Polaroid photo around. The green-hair sat down and look over the passed out mohawk.
\n     \u201cOoooh, he\u02bcs so pretty,\u201d smiled green hair as she slowly pulled the blanket down and started to slide a hand under his shirt.
\n     Carly walked back over to the couch while looking at Miranda. \u201cGettin\u02bc your pic taken here is part of the rules. I mean, if you\u02bcre a boy who can\u02bct handle your liquor and dope.\u201d Carly reached down and grabbed green hair by her coat collar, hoisting her away from the couch.
\n     \u201cFuck!\u201d gasped green hair as her arms flailed around.
\n     \u201cYou\u02bcll get it down pretty fast,\u201d said Carly, still looking in Miranda\u02bcs direction as she dragged the struggling punk across the living room and to the front door.
\n     \u201cLemme go you fuckin\u02bc perv!\u201d gasped the helpless green hair.
\n     \u201cIf you\u02bcre confused about anything,\u201d announced Carly as she opened the front door with one hand while still holding onto the green hair with the other, \u201cjust ask Sussy. She knows what\u02bcs goin\u02bc down.\u201d
\n     Carly flung the green haired punk out of the door. She looked down the stairs to the sounds of the flung punk tumbling down the stairs. \u201cDon\u02bct call me a perv you fuckin\u02bc sicko. No groping dead drunks! That\u02bcs the rule!\u201d
\n     Carly slammed the door shut and returned to her easy chair. She looked right at Miranda.
\n     \u201cSo, where you hail from?\u201d asked Carly.
\n     Miranda did not know what to say. Her mind raced as she thought of something to say.
\n     \u201cI guess… from all over.\u201d
\n     Carly slowly nodded. \u201cMe, I been here all th\u02bc time. I\u02bcve done plenty a\u02bc travellin\u02bc, but I always kept my home here.\u201d
\n     \u201cAlways in San Francisco?\u201d
\n     Carly leaned forward. \u201cI don\u02bct wanna live anywhere else. I been all aroun\u02bc the country, up n\u02bc down Canada an\u02bc Mexico. Bay Area people are different. We shine. We\u02bcre gold. We\u02bcre different from everyone else.\u201d
\n     Miranda took a very long drag off of her forty ouncer.<\/p>\n


\nBlood, skin, and ink is now available
\nin the Kindle store!<\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B0BM6GP85B<\/a><\/p>\n

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Miranda Scholl first appeared in my novel A Long Slow Aftermath. Order your copy of A Long Slow Aftermath here:<\/em><\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B09T1ZFD6N<\/a><\/p>\n

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Miranda is also a major supporting character in my two book series The Rise and Fall of Skye Wright. Buy the Rise and Fall series here:<\/strong><\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/B0B3WBDZP2<\/a><\/p>\n

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Click the pic of young Miranda to
\nsee another sneak peek of the very beginning of her novel!<\/p>\n

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