Monthly Archives: April 2016

Before I was famous I could say what I wanted with impunity. I could speak my thoughts about anyone or anything Without considering repercussions because there would never be any. Nobody worried about my opinions because nobody cared about my … Continue reading →

She isn’t going to call. Those days are done. She’s not interested in what do you have to sell or the excuses you might offer anymore. It’s better this way. You were unhappy with how things were – remember? You … Continue reading →

I suppose I have you to thank. I had thought things were getting stale too comfortable too easy. I thought that the story had come to a close with no climax no real resolution. I thought everything was done and … Continue reading →

My father was a bad man. No, that’s wrong. He was a difficult man, not particularly considerate, caring or interested in other people. At least until the operation. He got a new valve in his heart. It was a pig … Continue reading →

Yesterday it was a warm, inviting 54 degrees. Today it’s a cold and wintry 55. What’s the difference? What has changed? One person’s reaction, a smile or a shun, should not be so important. How she treats me should not … Continue reading →

A writer is very much like a miner seeking some treasure in the dirt and muck before him (or her. A writer is also an equal opportunity explainer). A writer digs. A writer drills down. A writer breaks things down … Continue reading →

The flap of skin left from yesterday’s laceration is hanging on my finger. It will not stay there. I will lick it. I will worry it. I will tear it off soon. It cannot be helped. This will happen whether … Continue reading →

All the clubs we used to go to are gone: The Horny Unicorn The French Rejection Firm Britches and Drunken Pony. The restaurants we loved have changed, too. Tender Pi is now Graham Cracker Station while Jack’s House of Meats … Continue reading →

She said she wrote a song for me but when she played, I could make barely any sense of it. The song sounded very pretty but the words were murmured and left me little to chew on. In turns histrionic … Continue reading →

There is a blessing in knowing when something is well and truly done a quest completed a battle lost. There is comfort in getting proof that it’s all over and nothing more can happen no last chance change can result … Continue reading →