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Author: Tripping Raul

  • Dec. 1

    I stretch my back out, or at least try to. My wrist has stopped throbbing and my ribs seem all intact. It’s a snowy Dec. 1 in Colorado — not the nice fluffy stuff either, the icy darts that seem to attack your exposed flesh no matter which way you turn…

  • Something’s wrong . . .

    Once the thought is there, as much as your mind would like to push it away, it’s there and there’s no way of stopping it from growing. Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong with the baby. It began creeping into my head 15 years and a few weeks ago, the feisty pushing, scrambling…

  • Dutch Baby

    Was proud and relieved this morning that I was able to make Dutch Baby for breakfast. I panicked when the cupboard was bare. Note to self, when sending the guys to get the food for the birthday gathering whilst you get paper stuff and decorations, remind them that it’s a…

  • Thanks for coming

    Heeeeey! Nice to see you! Wait! I’m not in that big of a hurry. Can you stop a sec? Twenty more minutes until meeting time, we can chat! Never would I have thought it possible to be this pathetically lonely in a busy office. So, yeah, thanks for coming to…

  • Creep

    All right, I’ll admit it. I know I’m not as creepy as I’d like to think I am and I also know that a large portion of the eccentricities I display are for self protection and preservation. They tell you to talk to yourself if you feel like you’re being…

  • 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.

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…