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The stuff, Day 93

This one is one of the toughest. I fucking love(d) these shoes. Adidas Samba II (Jade)... They walked me through the best, and worst, parts of my life. I got drunk a lot in these shoes. I traveled a lot... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 92

I tend to hold on to everything. Clothes for too long. This undershirt, for example... Frayed edges on collar. Holes in it. Shrunk to point if belly portruding... And, now that I am going to be going to a "realworld"... Continue Reading →

Super Cut

The computer stared blankly back at me. I wondered for a moment if it saw the bags under my eyes. If it could smell my arm pits after I hadn’t showered in three days. Did it care that my teeth... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 91

A baby from a king cake. Kept as a memory. Of New Orleans, I'm guessing. A memory that faded to nothing. See ya.

The stuff, Day 90

Waaaaaay too long since an update here. Only excuse I have is job search. I am hopeful. Seven interviews for five jobs in last few weeks, including one today. Anyways, this charger for my laptop gets tossed today. My son... Continue Reading →

Palos Verdes with Artimus, Gary, Ronnie, Steve, and Allen

It was a Thursday morning. I remember that much. The day was much like every other spring day. I woke up around 10 in the morning. I turned on my computer. I stared at it for a while. I ate... Continue Reading →

Ruby Starr to the rescue …

My 1987 Acura Legend didn’t want to go any further west than Waynesville, North Carolina. She had a bad transmission when my ex inherited it from her uncle. He bought it new. For cash. Found the receipt one day about... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 89

This parking pass is from my then minimum wage job, now $7.75/hr. job... I figured I'd be there at most a couple months. Then I'd have a new full-time gig writing or editing and be done. With a new career!... Continue Reading →

I don’t miss Circuit City

Three years I’ve been coming to this place, and still the guy at the help desk has no idea who I am. “Have you been with us before?” he always asks.  “Yep, many times,” I always say. Maybe it’s a... Continue Reading →

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