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Author: Tripping Raul

  • Quiet

    Wow! Just like that it stopped. The rigid plates, shifting, grinding, exploding in my head and below my feet have stopped. It’s over. I suspected that might be the case when I woke up Sunday morning, but I couldn’t be sure until today. I worried Sunday that maybe it was just because I’d had too…

  • ‘Tripping Raul and GDA’s Infinite Valentine’s Day Playlist’

    GDA is leaning over my right shoulder and watching as I type this. I’ve been working hard on the magazine all day and darnit it’s Valentines Day and he and Raphael were kind enough to stop by and so GDA and I thought it might be a good spot of fun…

  • Guy

    I was walking down the Cherry Creek path listening to my iPod and thinking about how it always seems like a good idea to just roll out of bed without showering but how halfway through the day as I look in the mirror and this scary-ass chick looks back I always…

  • Burning Forrest

    Today it happened when I was doing lat pulls in the sad-ass but functional little gym we have on campus. Left side, seventh through ninth ribs caught on fire. The cartiledge severed again. Forrest Calvert. It doesn’t happen much anymore, but for years I wasn’t even able to laugh hard, let alone do a series…

  • Dead eccentrics

    Oh, man! Laura Thorpe is dead! Evidently she choked on her vomit while having a seizure in her bed in 1996. She’s now the second of two eccentric people I reported on in Farmington who died not long after I moved. I didn’t know. Thorpe was the woman who in 1992 sliced open…

  • “If you want my body . . .

    . . . and you think I’m sexy, come on Sugar let me know!” Dammit! Who got Rod Stewart stuck in my head!!??? AUGH!!! All right, no more procrastinating! Time to work! 😦

  • Falling

    The brilliance of the Denver skyline dies quickly in the east; the shorter buildings succumbing first, turning from hues of blue and red and silver and gold to black and white and gray. The tallest structures retain their brilliance only moments more. Then all are equal. My reflection in the office window emerges against the gray and I…

  • Picket

    I was standing by the office window on the second floor, looking down at the hordes of people gathered in the street. I was alone, my arms crossed as I hugged myself. If I could have curled into fetal position I would have right then. I knew it was noisy…

  • Mannequin

    The police gave me a description before they’d been able to ID her: Brown or red hair, about 5-2, maybe 14 to 17 years old. Then they ID’d her: Blond hair, about 5-9, in her late 20s. Yeah, Shayanne was that messed up. The people who found her thought at…

  • Back in the old days . . .

    The main reason I blog is for my children and grandchildren (the later of which will probably never know me). Now, if you’ll just get your jaw off the floor, yeah, like that, I will say yes, I know a lot of this isn’t exactly kid-friendly stuff, but that’s the point.…