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June 24, 2015

The approximate date

I have been writing daily, just not posting. I’d love to say it’s because what I’ve been writing is so deeply personal I’m afraid to share, or so fucking good I’m afraid to get ripped off. Yeah, ...


June 21, 2015

Mercy Merci

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. ---- Merchant of Venice (right?) The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for ...


June 20, 2015

Baby you're smoking hot

A thought kind of struck me, hurt a bit and was uncommon enough an occurrence that I thought perhaps asteroids or something were breaking off from a really small big bang. I mean it’s all perspec...


June 18, 2015

Rite Aid II; the sequel

I went back to the rite aid, same one, same time of day, same clerk. I grabbed a pack of gum and took two sticks out. The guy was almost vibrating with hostility. He was. He was vibrating with ho...


There’s a rite aid on the road back to where my friend is staying. The water where she’s staying has the distinct scent of sulpher, as many such ground wells across the country do, and whereas it...


You know how you’re sitting there watching your favorite team (tigers or redwings or go fuck yourself) and they are up by a slim margin, but you really need another bag of dorritos and a Mickeys ...


June 09, 2015

Tuesday; what the hell

A few years back when all the hubba-ba-loo was going on about fifty shades of gray, I gave it the haredawg book test. I open a book to a random page (I like to think of it as random, more often t...


‘Kay, so, adventures in car buying. Haredawg rule number one (which I broke on the last car but it turned out fine) Never go car shopping when you need a car. The last one was an accident all the...


If you look behind the curtain … boy howdy did I have an exhausting day. I had todays doctors visit written in my head, I mean alternate scripts. I made myself a promise not to lose my cool. I sh...


May 31, 2015

From the other side

I was twenty four when I started working with adjudicated juvenile offenders, three years older than the oldest, eight years old than the youngest. You’ll have to trust my math otherwise it’ll ta...


May 30, 2015

True dreams of Wichita

Cooled down a bit this morning, rain. It doesn’t cool down the way one would expect, at least the way this one would. It’s like heat is retain in the mud. As little kids my sister and I would spr...


May 29, 2015

Finger flexing friday

When I was in third grade I was picked to go to this convention held by Read Magazine. They did a lot of publication for elementary schools. I had written some piece of creative writing and me an...


May 28, 2015

Thursday, yes?

I’ve misplaced time, perhaps when I do laundry next there will be soggy hours stuffed into pants pockets, minutes shredded in my shirts. I think this guy I know insulted me, he might have insulte...


Yesterday I wrote a few things, they failed to thrive by attrition. I’m sure there is an easier way to say this, but I can’t manage it. The pieces fell into a shallow pool of vulgar humor and cou...


This is the first protest song I had ever heard. This version is a little pic-a-dic-a-die-do but my choices were limited on youtube. I was born in 1960 in the small town adjacent to a Big Ten ca...


May 22, 2015

Nothing bout nothing

Today I do my monthly dance with doc and pharmacy; it’s not anxious, just tiresome. It was anxious for the first few years, I mean I’d speak into a recording on Monday for Fridays scripts and by ...


May 21, 2015

Yip

Should probably write this now, I have fast and furious seven queued up and I might lose too many brain cells. To be fair to the franchise, I’ve lost brain doing other things as well. I know the ...


May 19, 2015

RSVP sans edit

Among the weirder shit that’s been going on with me is naps in the morning. I don’t even have a good working theory. I have a bad one though. I have dreams during naps. I probably have dreams dur...


Hot outside today; hot and muggy. I have an ice machine and bottled water. Though I’ve always kept up on environmental news the idea of a shortage of potable water seemed very remote when I lived...


May 18, 2015

Yeah, well, shit

Holy Shit. What does that mean exactly? Is it supposed to denigrate holy stuff or augment the quality of shit? And is like Divine shit or just blessed by a priest or rabbi or llama? I mean the bi...


There is a very good reason for me not to write a flash today, Friday, the day that has come to mean, well, Friday, as in Thank God It’s Flash! There’s a very good reason not to edit or even to r...


I have this agreement with a friend of mine; no email unsent. I don’t have an agreement with y’all. I say this without prejudice, strictly speaking there is no contract implied or otherwise, no v...


May 12, 2015

The other shoe

Without going back to actually read it, I believe I wrote an entry on chaos and then edited with a personal note on needing to ride the chaos instead of hide it. I don’t think it rhymed. I didn’t...


Something came up a week or so ago that sort of confronted a thing-a-ma-bobby in my doo-hickey. Whew, I had to trivialize that first, I don’t know why, it’s like typing tourettes. And I made it ...


May 10, 2015

Happy mothers day

I’m writing to keep from going mad,or, perhaps to exacerbate madness, but, most likely, to purge demons. Purged one yesterday; ex-wife. To tie that purge in with the general tone of most of the l...


Book Description

Thought I’d change the title. Some of my best friends are white girls. 95 percent of my friends are in cars going fast.
But perhaps For White Girls In Cars Going Fast was offensive. White girls can call each white girls, but I think we’re supposed to refer to them as pigment challenged Americans, which must confuse the hell out of the Brits, Aussies, and other such nationals on this site, e,g, “My pigmentation is fine and I’m a Not American American.”