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Andreas Economakis

“The Daze Of Old” by Andreas Economakis You turn yourself on. The images that pop out in front of you are colorful, ethereal. Your mind is fleeting, like the musical notes thumping out of your old Yamaha speakers, the ones … Continue reading

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“Size Matters” by Andreas Economakis Part 2 (click here for Part 1 of “Size Matters,” or visit the 3/14/11 issue of AIOTB) I hobbled toward my bike, fishing the keys out of my jacket pocket.  One look at the hard … Continue reading

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“Size Matters” by Andreas Economakis Part 1 The pain started sometime around noon, a little before our 45-minute lunch break. The slight tingling I’d been feeling in my stomach suddenly became an intense and nauseating throbbing in the groin area. … Continue reading

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“Exodus” by Andreas Economakis 3:30 p.m. Los Angeles, California. Five months after 9/11. I’m sitting in the passenger seat of Clive’s dented, dirt-brown Cherokee, staring out the window. The West Hollywood scenery streams past me in colorful, repetitive bursts. White … Continue reading

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“Perfect Makeup” by Andreas Economakis My grandmother Anastasia, or yiayia as I called her, must have studied Zen. She could spend hours seated motionless in her jewelry store in the Nile Hilton, a geriatric Greek sphinx staring blankly ahead. Overwhelmed … Continue reading

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“Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?” by Andreas Economakis July 27, 1985. Day 2 of the big Rock in Athens concert. S. and I squeeze our way through the excited crowd and sit down on the white marble seats. … Continue reading

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Fish by Andreas Economakis When he was thirteen years old he used to wander down to the little creek that slipped through the woods in front his mom’s house to fly fish. He never caught anything but he liked the … Continue reading

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