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 →
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 →
"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...)
