At Least They're Committed

It was a little like how I perceive the passage from life to afterlife, it hurt some at first and it was a little scary, but once I got going, the pain went away and I felt looser and freer than I had in months, maybe years. I can’t fall. Well, I mean, I can,… Read more

Well well well and what the hell. Seems like I got conned into reading something of merit. Goddammit. And the thing is, like the Titanic, I know how this story ends and it ain’t gonna be good. I took a break, oh, I’ll be saying about page 75 or so, to look online for the cast.… Read more

As I again walked past the old ‘U’ shaped, red brick apartment building and looked up at the people sitting there, I realized how full of shit I was in a previous post when I’d mused that I could live there. I couldn’t. It would kill me. I’d feel responsible for each one of those… Read more

Cathy: “For Christ’s sake, Tripping Raul! We were trying to stay lighthearted and insightful on here, remember? No more angst?” Tripping Raul: “Eh, stop your sniveling. It’s unnatural to be happy-happy-joy-joy all the time. And for that matter it’s annoying. . . . besides, that wasn’t me, it was Leah.” Leah: “Yup, it was me.”… Read more

Me: “I wonder what brought on my sudden penchant for classic cars and men in cowboy hats?” Edison’s Black Dahlia, without looking up from the computer: “Menopause.” Smart ass. Read more

I do the same thing with pistachios as I do with the waste basket, using an entirely different yet equally as intricate and well-researched methodology. Rather than telling myself there’s “hope” if I successfully toss a three-pointer — such as crumpled paper or various other debris — into the gaping mouth of the trash receptacle, I sift through the… Read more