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Lucas J. Draeger

Banish me to a dark corner, chain me to a keyboard, and I will gladly be a word slave. I'd sit there all day, with only an occasional demand for a coffee break.
I'm a would-be (wanna be) author, middle aged, fairly repressed, but extremely BLESSED with an amazing wife and two brilliant boys.
For several years, I've been haunted by images of the starving, drug addicted, victimized teens of the streets. I write about them a lot.

Exhausting Lamentation

They offered happiness, fueled by approval of men, the temporary nod, the golden wink, the momentary reach in my direction, barely complete, the “Atta boy” before shoving me into the next glorious trial, impossible goal of hoping your vanishing prizes may transform someday into permanence, into the eternal […]

Funny How A Song

Train doors opened to a cool, dense city air. Charlie sighed imperceptibly before dragging his aching legs from his seat to join an unusually large crowd exiting the subway from Fremont. For him, it was a nightly, mandatory ride toward a reluctant destination, but to most of these […]

All Odorous on the BART

              Pastor Raynell was an odd mixture of personalities.  Most often, he sported an infectious smile – impossibly white teeth contrasted against his dark skin, and most who knew him would unquestionably call him a friendly man, but this did not detract from his unwavering honesty with […]

Magic Coin for a Magic Door

Rummaging, clawing through contents at the bottom of a flimsy sports bag, searching for cold metal, too impatient and too hurting to find another place, Drew glanced at the small green structure before him.  One more quarter would buy him fifteen minutes in that smelly green sanctuary, but […]

Inborn Inaction

He crossed the street with the school on it and was suddenly captured by the sight of a skinny teen – probably sixteen or so – approaching the same intersection.  He slowed down as he and the teen drew closer.  He was struck initially by how displaced the […]

School Yard Meet

  A long tunnel amplified the little girl’s scream – her reaction to the fast approach of her pursuers.  She quickly wound her way to the tunnel’s end, her Converse clad feet landing on a torn up, rubberized surface, and then she sprinted fast, hoping to find some […]

The Hill

It was a rare time in San Francisco when the streets were nearly empty. It was an hour that was too early for pedestrians, too early for drivers, or anybody else without a bit of wildness in their blood – and for the crazies, the dealers, the junkies, […]