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Awful
Then she got an idea. An awful idea. Tripping Raul got a wonderful, awful idea. “I know just what I’ll do,” TR laughed in her throat. “I’ll . . . ” “What are you doing?” he steps into my room. “Oh, hey. An audience, cool!” “Uh-huh.” “So I got this idea.…
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It was a good day
I mean, it wasn’t really, of course. At least by the time I got home. There is no such thing as good in my world nowadays and reality keeps creeping in, but that’s fine. What was it Khalil Gibran said? Something about a fire and a jar and being prettier after being sent into…
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Dear soccer fans,
I am so sorry that this blog is coming up when you’re searching for news on the World Cup. I’m pretty sure nobody from Brazil or Ecuador has any interest in any of this.
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My amazing father’s day
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.…
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One flew west
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…
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Who am I kidding?
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…
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Giving myself a good talkin’ to
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.”…
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Cowboy hats
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.
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Nuts
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…
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Get to the point
I never sleep on Sunday nights and as I lay there with a bazillion thoughts running through my brain it occurred to me that I never really did get to the point on the last post, as in what I’d done that made me feel like I’m in control of…
At Least They're Committed 