I feel like I have a bunch of books in me, but they're knotted up by these terrible things I tell about … [Read More...]
I have these things, dreams, connected by moments, memories. Each one a story compounded one on top of the other. I was working last night, prancing around behind the bar, same shit, and the trigger hit. Strangely, much like my dreams most of the time, the trigger is something I could not tell you. My…
So. I have tried to pull out all the stops. Figure a way out to get to the barbecue in Toronto tomorrow. The issues? My car and it’s broken windshield wiper situation. And then there’s the whole release from my license suspension. Here they suspend your license for unpaid parking tickets. I know this has…
Last time I flew to California was in September, getting back 3 days before the giant fiasco. Fiasco death screaming murder. Crying. Hard to believe it’s so close behind. Nipping at the heals kind of close. The fucking garbage is starting to stink. Sitting there for days outside the window, flies procreating inside the bags,…
