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Dreaming in semi — colons

Sitting in my house, staring at the wind blowing the plethora of flags in straight lines away from the coast, I decided I needed to do something. But first I took my shoes off. I went over eight months without... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 87

Shirts. They help me remember. They are memories, good and bad. It is extremely hard for me to cut them loose. Two are going. An old Virginia shirt that has seen a decade and a half or so of my... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 86

George Will was someone I read as a 20-something. Then I started reading his non-baseball work. I stopped reading George Will. This has hung around in boxes like a vampire. It's going to the little library today.

Bob Barker’s bucks…

(Note: This was written a while ago. There is a nice start to a pulpy story in here, minus the misogyny...) I’m sitting on a bar stool in a nowhere cantina just outside of Galveston. My Shiner Bock is just... Continue Reading →

Depression and Schwinn

I got off my ass today.  Two days after weighing myself and seeing 242. I only was that high once before - 2005-06. I got back to 198, but that was drinking, not eating, exercising, and crying... I'll be the... Continue Reading →

Archie’s Chapter 1…

Years of sitting on a bar stool, from Virginia to Arizona to Louisiana to North Carolina to Florida and back to many of those places again hasn’t eased the loneliness one bit. Friends always tell you that time heals all... Continue Reading →

Wrasslin’

Took this photo while covering a high school wrestling match in December of 2008 (I believe). It's that moment right before the pin.  Really dug it then. Still do now.

The stuff, Day 85

May try some ketchup today.... This book mocks me... In headier times, I bought it. Those solitary days (and nights) of living alone, drinking, eating, listening to music, watching movies, and reading. I'm a dad now, which means I know... Continue Reading →

Rob, Halford

“Does anyone really even like T.Rex?” she said with a shrug. “I fucking love T. Rex,” I thought to myself sitting there watching this 20-something gal pontificate on the importance of Marc Bolan’s output. While T.Rex certainly deserves some love,... Continue Reading →

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