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  • Spike

    Sometimes when I’m in a meeting and it’s going really, really, really long, I feel like taking my pen and shoving it through my left palm like a spike. Read more

  • Sort of

    Yes, yes, my panic is incomprehensible to most. After all, I am still within a healthy BMI, but I’ve gained 8 pounds in five months on these meds — 8 POUNDS — and it MUST stop and reverse itself. Feh. Three to six weeks until they can get me into some sort of psych/med eval, so I’m… Read more

  • Dead pool

    Ken plays a little differently than we did, but it’s delightful to chat about the Dead Pool again. It’s Halloween and that’s when the levity (or levitation) begins in his pool — he told us all this during our weekly meeting. We used to do it on New Year’s. It got a little confusing today as… Read more

  • Eight hours, 42 minutes

    I tenderly pick at the jagged edge on my right pointer fingernail. Despite my best efforts, the nail breaks off right above the quick. “Shit!” I say looking at the pathetic state of my cuticles, et al. My friends have gone to great length to get me a manicure and pedicure for my birthday and it… Read more

  • Man at the gas station

    It’s a splendid October evening in Colorado and I’m walking Route No. 2, the 40 minute jaunt around Alexx’s and Michael’s Pondin the Broomfield Open Space. Deciding to combine important responsibilities, I’d trudge on in the beat-to-shit black tennies quickly at my disposal, the burgundy ‘Alaska’ sweats my brother bought my mom that were too small for… Read more

  • Denver streets

    A couple sits together on the bus, except he gets off two stops before her. He exits at the rear and, as the bus waits for the light, he looks up four or five times to see if maybe she’s looking back. She’s not. He frowns and veers off into his building of employment. Two… Read more