October 2009

and Scotch… “Good degree boy: So boy you are now functioning and every functioning functional fucking thing, from the the sprockets to the rockets to the elevator springs does operate and pontificate for your Euclidean sting” Groovy…huh?

Someone told me, “I can’t be your sole reason for happiness.” I agree, but with a stipulation. You cannot be someone’s sole reason for happiness, but there are times when you can definitely be their sole reason for misery. I remember reading once that it takes more muscles to frown than to smile. I realized [...]

We find our strength through dysfunction. Unity through familiar differences. Temperament through a righteous thought. Reaction through guilt trips. Find me whole and you can call yourself Ahab. There’s no reason to be distinct. There’s nothing left but a shell game. Except we’re not under any of them. But I guess that’s how it’s always [...]

I had a huge crush on Jenna Davies in the 3rd grade. Every other weekday morning at 7:30 a.m. Jenna’s mom would stuff Jenna and her curly blonde hair into the car seat next to me. Shoved into the back of my mom’s tan Chevy Caprice for the carpool ride to West Beach Grade School… [...]

Mr. Mayor fought fish for a living. His fingernails caked with the grit of a diesel engine and t-shirts smattered with aquatic entrails he would come home, victorious. His Second favorite topic was about his battles triumphant: “Fucking 1,100 pound Mako shark, Dude I fought that fucking thing for 8 hours” His favorite topic was [...]