I re-read those Chapters. Man, what a fizzle out of angst it became. I'm taking some time off from that story. It started to suck. And when it starts to suck, you've got to step away. Read this instead. It's... Continue Reading →
“Why is it that the radio stations only play two Thin Lizzy songs?” Carie said. “Boys are Back in Town and Jailbreak. That’s it. Nothing else. It’s like the band never put out any other music.” I looked at Carie.... Continue Reading →
I got into the cab of the truck and shut off the engine. The gas tank was in “E” and I figured it had been running for quite a long while. The road sign told me Searcy was a... Continue Reading →
I woke up with a headache worse than the months leading up to my having a stroke. Think an ice pick carving a neat little hole into the base of your skull. I groaned. And then I groaned some more.... Continue Reading →
Looking at my battered, coverless Wal-Mart road atlas from 2003, I surmised it was about an hour and change Batesville to Searcy. Which, of course, it exactly what the redhead with green eyes told me. I felt an energy I... Continue Reading →
Here's an article I did while at the Wilson Times newspaper from June of 2013. It's on Wilson native Jay Bissette, who works as the equipment manager for many sports at Duke University. It's the type of story I enjoyed... Continue Reading →
“Well, I got a job,” I said to my wife when she got home from her job as a nurse. “Doing what?” she asked excitedly. I had been pretty much living on the couch for the past 11 months.... Continue Reading →
The beat up red pickup truck pulled out in front of me on the small back road, somewhere near Hobgood, North Carolina. I was going about 75 miles per hour. All of the sudden, I had to slow down to... Continue Reading →
Here's my old myspace photo. My myspace page doesn't exist anymore. At least that I can find. Maybe it's on the dark web somewhere, acting like a 16-year-old at the age of 35.
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