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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
(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 →
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 →
“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 →
"What is it?" Sid said. "I don't know," Jon replied as he stooped to look at it. "But I'm going to pee on it!' (and go...)
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