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  • Why I truly must visit San Diego more often

    Conversation at dinner: P: how old are you? D: 66 … Mike how old are you? M: 52 TR: Oooh, we’re the same age! M (literally gasps): you can’t be … You can’t be in your 50s! I thought you were in your 20s! 30 at the most. Methinks my…

  • What a day!

    Walking around the block, Dez, you and I were charged by a pit bull. The dog looked friendly enough but I’m not fool enough to count on that. I snatched you under your arms and within a millisecond had you hoisted onto my shoulders. The dog was quite friendly, but…

  • Happy tales!

    I’m going to write a story! Yay me! Fiction!! Note all the exclamation points! I’m doing that on purpose to irritate you because it’s funny!!!! Anyway, it’s going to be a happy story of little or no merit about something that amuses me. And I’m not going to be negative anymore,…

  • Wait for it . . .

    The meth-like lesions have faded to blotchy complexion inconsistencies — except for the one on my right cheek, which I swear started out as a bug bite and now looks like I smudged food on my face. I’m mending, but I need to heal. It was yet another beautiful peach…

  • Foamy lattes

    “Walking” the other night was a disaster. All I saw was death, pestilence, overpopulation, relatives I’d hoped never to run into again, and men I respected drinking frou-frou coffees, bragging about who they were banging and admitting they believe I could be non-human. It was all so wrong. GDA says we weren’t…

  • Bon Jovi hair

    “Oh my GOD! What the FAWK!” And like that he’s here. Well, not God, but Gabriel and I haven’t seen him in a bit so he must be hurting for drama. “What?” his eyes are sparkling. “Three more people just signed up for this event! That makes SIX in the…

  • Oh, deer

    I appear to be right at home in Grand Junction. With these stress lesions boiling up all over my face, and my ratted hair in desperate need of a trim, I look like any of the meth-heads that flop here. The walls of my folks’ basement are covered with severed, stuffed animal heads.…

  • A day in the life of Tripping Raul

    I walk from the bus stop five blocks up the hill, pleased as punch each day by my lack of pain. Still I picture falling, twisting just the wrong way and landing in a growing pool of my own blood, the ball and shaft of my new hip protruding from…

  • Care-less

    The best Avenged Sevenfold concert yet. Who’d have thought it was possible? Red Rocks was a perfect venue for them. I’m still buzzing from the energy (no, not the secondhand smoke, that wore off by the time I got to the car). Who would have thought the Achilles’ injury is…

  • Peter Rabbit

    The past few weeks I have determined that The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter is nonfiction. In my precious moments of solitude I’ve taken to escaping to my front porch and reading the occasional legitimate literature. The first time my attention was drawn to this family dysfunction was a…