Morning light filtered through stained curtains. Dust motes float around completely unaware. This feels like a day that exists purely to be remembered later, and inaccurately, by somebody else. Today I am a piece of furniture with a pulse. Useful, unobtrusive, expected to hold coats and feelings with equal steadiness. It's my best friend's mom's funeral. My job is to say nothing at exactly the rig... » Continue Reading
You can only smoke so many cigarettes before they kill you. The tobacco industry denies the presence of up to 80 potentially lethal carcinogens per cigarette. I'm really not sure what a carcinogen is. I'm also denying their presence. So far. I remember when she left. I'd been living on her floor, beneath her comatose shell with tubes and beeping machines in her home. We administered her hourly mor... » Continue Reading
Random words drifting into my head like I'm supposed to be some kind of writer. Sentence fragments always forming, new ideas always forming. Wouldn't it be interesting if? There's never been a this that did that! Oh man, I should write a piece about a thing that reacts in an entirely unexpected manner to an otherwise normal daily occurence, and in the process has a series of mind expanding discove... » Continue Reading
So my computer is triple fucked in all the wrong places. I won't bore you with details, but I need to replace the hard drive. I've known this for months now, my hard drive has been hard fucked for quite a while. The problem is that I work from home, on my computer, and so I need my computer, in my home, to work. The computer is still under the biggest waranty available as I bought it pre-assembled... » Continue Reading
I've always wanted to see the look on your face when I made the presentation with the fold out presentation boards and flip charts with accompanying diagrams and footnotes detailing everything that I am, everything I've done. It's been five years. Oh man would you make a funny face! To see the actor's biography, really get to know me. If you could see the depths of cruelty, pain, elation, and wond... » Continue Reading
Skipping softly, wandering lightly, the tendrils of his mind floated in his head. The shreds of it all, the pieces remained, giving him ideas that didn't serve him well. "Sell it all. No! Burn it!," They said. "You are the president. Your clothes are haunted." He would sit in front of the general store in the second wooden rocker from the left. Everyone knew him, all the cops knew him. All the loc... » Continue Reading
To die is to have lived. I realized this today, standing in the grass and smoking my rationed cigarettes. Death has been all over my mind lately. This thought was comforting, though I haven't fancied myself "afraid" of death for some time now. It's the final act, the final motion you make in your life. It is as relevant and personally monumental as your birth, but moreso for being the act of compl... » Continue Reading
I found a big box of old girl magazines in a dead woman's storage unit. Every one of them is hilarious. Apparently Hillary Duff was a really big deal back in the day, and the average weight of an American was something like 27 pounds. They all have "inside secrets" about men. Things we want and never say, things we say and never mean. A lot of these secrets are about what we fi » Continue Reading
Sixteen beers later, three dozen theories. Six revelations later, four phone calls. One cup of vodka later, one resolution. Eight hours later, four blood shot eyes. Eight ex girlfriends, three parents. Four siblings, two dogs, twenty cigarettes, two jackets. Two broken hearts, two pissed off white boys. One eight hour discussion, one bed liner. One drunken idea. Sixteen punches thrown, six bruises... » Continue Reading
Now, Vancouver. Seattle? Europe? PRAGUE? I don't have a fucking passport. Apartments, couches, crashing. Living out of a car. Hmm. Rapidly accumulating hundreds of dollars with more on the way. Do I even really need it? I'm going to roll some dice when I sober up a little. » Continue Reading
The other day I tried to recall how many times I've had a run in with Johnny Law and gotten off scott-free. Free of the Scotish. I lost count and interest after the tally got way past three, but decided I need to stop fucking around when cops are in the area. I've literally run from the law THRICE, and talked my way out of two probably chargeable offenses. I have argued belligerantly with cops. Al... » Continue Reading
My dog almost died today. Bruiser. He got out of the house we've been staying at and one of the neighbors called to say they found him. He almost got hit by a car and this girl watched it and was all hysterical. I was surprisingly calm, probably because I didn't have to actually see it and probably because I know Bruiser would do more damage to a car than a car would do to him. It was apparently a... » Continue Reading