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Shiner Bock

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 →

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 →

The stuff, Day 44

Good lord. Two empty bottles of Shiner Bock. The former drink of choice and depression. And a Mardi Gras string of Saints themed footballs. The stuff. It can own ya. It can consume ya. It can drag you down. And... Continue Reading →

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