At Least They're Committed

He was skinny and 60something and smoking in the open air on the porch of the dive bar. You know how I feel about smokers. His flesh was pasty white and he was taller than the man yesterday and his hair was brittle and thin and more pale than his skin. He was layered in weathered flannel… Read more

The drive was amazing and the truck was a trooper. Eight hours = four hours to Grand Junction; four hours home. Precious time all alone to listen to my music, stare at the white stripes of the road in the nighttime and the dried-up countryside during the day. Eight hours — divided into two days… Read more

Sorry your weekend won’t be more fun. What am I doing this weekend, you ask? I’m escaping, actually. Running away all by my lonesome to the Western Slope to see my parents and brother and maybe my sister. I’ll be going hiking with my friend Darla, but will otherwise be laying low and, most likely,… Read more

You know, I really kind of like Tammy Faye Bakker. I saw The Eyes of Tammy Faye with the brilliant M.E. Sprengelmeyer when I spent the summer rooming with him in 2000 and it really made me see her differently. Having said that, it’s no excuse for me to look like her today or to bury… Read more

I am done caring about people. I mean it. I’ll take care of myself and everyone else can just bugger off. Read more

It’s Sunday, Nov. 18, and I want it on record that I got up, dressed, called my sister and my bff Ellen, went to the grocery store and stocked us up on healthy food — some of which I plan to take to work to share so we can attempt to get healthy as a group… Read more