At Least They're Committed

“Walking” the other night was a disaster. All I saw was death, pestilence, overpopulation, relatives I’d hoped never to run into again, and men I respected drinking frou-frou coffees, bragging about who they were banging and admitting they believe I could be non-human. It was all so wrong. GDA says we weren’t walking then. That, yes, we Read more

“Oh my GOD! What the FAWK!” And like that he’s here. Well, not God, but Gabriel and I haven’t seen him in a bit so he must be hurting for drama. “What?” his eyes are sparkling. “Three more people just signed up for this event! That makes SIX in the past two days. The deadline Read more

I appear to be right at home in Grand Junction. With these stress lesions boiling up all over my face, and my ratted hair in desperate need of a trim, I look like any of the meth-heads that flop here. The walls of my folks’ basement are covered with severed, stuffed animal heads. Dez thought they were awesome, Read more

I walk from the bus stop five blocks up the hill, pleased as punch each day by my lack of pain. Still I picture falling, twisting just the wrong way and landing in a growing pool of my own blood, the ball and shaft of my new hip protruding from my side like a stick Read more

The best Avenged Sevenfold concert yet. Who’d have thought it was possible? Red Rocks was a perfect venue for them. I’m still buzzing from the energy (no, not the secondhand smoke, that wore off by the time I got to the car). Who would have thought the Achilles’ injury is more debilitating than my hip Read more

The past few weeks I have determined that The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter is nonfiction. In my precious moments of solitude I’ve taken to escaping to my front porch and reading the occasional legitimate literature. The first time my attention was drawn to this family dysfunction was a couple weeks back, when a Read more