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Adventures in Group Therapy

March 27, 2012


I went into that first Narcotics Anonymous meeting like I’ve gone into so many things: wide-eyed and daunted. One of the reasons I had picked this group, beyond the proximity to the homestead, was the size of the group. More people meant more anonymity.  “Nothing to see here, folks. Let’s keep moving…” My reason for being […]

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Black Hills & Badlands

March 18, 2012


John suddenly paused as he approached his rig from across the expansive parking lot. Something his body did without waiting for his brain to request it. His brain was more occupied with making sure he got to the truck with two six-packs, two chili dogs, and two packs of cigarettes still in balance. He caught […]

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March 3, 2012


I remember waking up and not really knowing where I was. Seeing the square grid of the overhead bunk’s undercarriage wasn’t helping much. The snoring in a corner of the metallic cave gave a clue… Oh…yeah… …any minute now a mostly hairless Smokey the Bear (hat, and all) was going to burst into these old barracks at the […]

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Solo Social Sabotage

February 25, 2012


I want you to do something for me: The next time you are attending some fancy-pants party or affair, the more formal the better, I want you to shave. Not the usual stuff that is visible, I’m talking about the naughty bits. A few words of caution, or perhaps preparation, are in order. A craftsman/woman […]

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Gradgrind On This!

December 3, 2011


So the perty boy took the nite off…to go play with that perty little wife of his if he’s smart as he thinks he is…and said I could write somethin’. He’ll probly just go play with himself…all uppity and shit. I told him “Hey I got a story for your ass. Lemme at this bloggity […]

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In Through the Out Door

November 26, 2011


We are somewhat diametric creatures, so the story goes. Those quick on the uptake readily recognize that we are animal. Inspection reveals a chemically charged bag of bones. A collective of evolved responses to physical stimuli, if you will. And for some of us…hell, perhaps many, we can stop right there. The view is just fine, […]

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October 30, 2011


The goddamn hum was relentless. He didn’t really remember when it started or, to be precise, when he became aware of it. Night time, when things died down a bit. Late, when the wall of white man voodoo subsided such that the signal to noise ratio permitted the 18-wheeler or rice-rocket over on the main […]

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What’s your deal, anyway?

September 24, 2011


It’s Mario Puzo’s fault, man. When I read “Fools Die” as a teenager it was over for me. The first kindred spirit. The first thing I could REALLY relate to. In the box. The feel, the tone, of feeling the box and going a bit crazy about it. Or maybe not crazy enough. Perhaps the […]

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The Ghost of Spalding Gray

September 17, 2011


I’m not really a storyteller. I am not the guy holding court at the party to an enraptured, enthralled, or captive audience. I have serious potential to be the sensitive guy strumming the guitar on the stairwell, singing “body” like “baaa-dey” because, you know, John Mayer does it; but I know enough Belushi‘s in my life […]

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A Shout Out to the Rudolphs

August 6, 2011


One of my great joys in life is discovering that people are not necessarily what they first appear to be. For me, this may work a little different than most. I mean, breaking stereotypes is generally a wonderful thing to me, but there is a specific flavor of it that always appeals to my palette. […]

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