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January 16, 2016

Six For Saturday

We just returned from the Olive Garden, and even though it’s not authentic Italian food it was still damn good. Heidi had these gift cards burning a hole in her pocket so I suggested we take the kids today and do something about them. So we did, we had a blast, and we have an … Continue reading Six For Saturday

January 14, 2016

I Met This Girl…

I met this girl on the ferry headed toward Camden. New Jersey, that is. Her name was Donna, or Dana, or Denise. We were both headed somewhere that would be loud, on a ship with a couple hundred people we didn’t know who were going for the same reason. There was this band. There was … Continue reading I Met This Girl…

January 11, 2016

What a Fantastic Death Abyss

“Paddy, will you carry me? I think I’ve lost my way. I’m already five years older. I’m already in my grave. I’m already…” ~The Hearts Filthy Lesson, David Bowie I met David Bowie in late 1995, at a time when I was a young adult trying to find my way in the world. That’s when … Continue reading What a Fantastic Death Abyss

January 10, 2016

Dear Journal: Staring at the Razor

Dear Journal, I got out the razor today. I stared at it for a couple of minutes, lost in thought, and then I replaced it exactly where it had been before. I do that sometimes, when I feel like I need a change, or if I just want to challenge myself to be tedious. The … Continue reading Dear Journal: Staring at the Razor

January 8, 2016

As Loud As It Goes

I like to listen to my music loud. You know, bass thumping, mind numbing, so loud I’m always waiting for my iPod to scold me for forcing it to vibrate so much. I’m that guy you stop next to at a red light and there’s a haze coming from my car it’s being shaken to … Continue reading As Loud As It Goes

January 6, 2016

N’est Ce Pas?

Like a good boy, I took French my final two years of high school, and I took to the language of love like a fish to water. Even though I had never even looked a language other than English for the first sixteen years of my existence, somehow it made sense to me in a … Continue reading N’est Ce Pas?