(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 →
A framed picture of old New Orleans that an ex-girlfriend gave me. No attachment. No real memory. Just love that town. Miss that town. Bye.
Sometimes you realize just how silly the clutching of possessions can be. Here is the chainsaw from a giant Ash (Evil Dead) doll an ex gave me a loooong time ago. I gave the doll to my son a long... Continue Reading →
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