I'd hear her tell about it. I can’t imagine it, though. Her stringing a bunny upside down and bapping it upside the head 'til it froze dead. Bunnies. Chickens too. A part of me always wanted to see what it was actually like, but that was when my grandmother was younger and in Portugal. Maybe … Continue reading Birthday girl
I remember that one night when my dad was stabbing his new girlfriend with his romance. He was around the same age I am now. I was downstairs watching tv or something. The bed creaked and squeaked. I was an odd mix of cheerleader and grossed-out kid and anxious seeker of an ages-old answer I … Continue reading A wish
She and I are sitting in my living space that's undergoing a lot of construction. It's right before we peel each other's clothes off or maybe right after, I can't remember now. I'm fairly practiced in this scenario by now, the one in which a girl's actions and a girl's words don't quite line up. … Continue reading What’s the alternative?
I don't really look back at my high school days with any great fondness or nostalgia. They were okay. I did well in the classroom, I started every game my senior year at point guard, got my first stinky pinky in the backseat of my Volare, which if you didn't know any better could've easily … Continue reading Commencement
tmc: Deficit. Big word coming from our bestie in the White House. “Gotta cut down the deficit.” “Can’t hand it off to our kids.” “Gotta trim all this waste and pay off the deficit.” It’s a steady and automatic chorus. Every Republican president since I can remember talks about the deficit in these terms. So what is it exactly? Money Guy: … Continue reading Money bytes
Seems after hearing some feedback on my last entry (I hate "post") that I’ve some explaining to do. "So you think Trump’s like Aurelius?" one sexy-smart Hollywood writer, slash private jet pilot, slash black belt asks. We only met online so far. I'm trying to get her to tell us how to land an airplane … Continue reading Do-over
So we don’t like dictators. Pushing everybody around. Bragging. Puffing his chest out, say, with a scowl. Say the scowl is copper for shits 'n' giggles. Calling to, I don't know, annex this here land. Green land. Call that up there to the north our 51st state. Bad. Monarchial. Despotic. Not who we are. … Continue reading Bad dictator, bad
My Vegas lounge ring tone starts riffing. It’s him. It’s one hour later there and, Oh shit, here it comes. The news isn't supposed to arrive until the following morning, but here it comes. We’d been waiting with held breath these last forever months: me, him, mom, who's now in the background. She’s usually asleep … Continue reading Ice cream deferred
My boss is chubby and a red neck. Same chubby, same redneck as when I was his boss. Instead of puffing on the cigs these days he's got this flasky-looking vessel he fills with oil or syrup that makes it impossible for him to take his mouth off of it. If that's not enough, he's … Continue reading Anatomy of a civil war
https://videopress.com/v/Cm5G02zi?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true On my first day back on the water, we putter by the Time Bandit on the way out the harbor in Homer, AK. The sky is beginning to show. Seagulls are joyful or fussy I can never tell. I look it up--Time Bandit is the boat that featured on the Deadliest Catch for years. … Continue reading Six on six off
Things Men Carry 