tmc: Guess I can’t really flip you shit anymore about your Kansas City Refs. Geezus, you all right? Need anything? Another minute? Son of a . . . Dude, Snooze Bowl was more like it. Anyway, Money Guy slash Trump fan, let’s do this. It’s been a minute. Plus we got bigger shit to … Continue reading Ayo, Money Guy
Author: neal
Trump check
Lots up in arms over the sweeping terminations going on right now across the vast stretch of North American pampas otherwise known as federal bureaucracy. Elon, that big bad evil Elon, that who-let-that-son of a bitch-in-illegally Elon--he's coming, and he's gonna clean out your account. He's bringing his henchman, his leather-encased AI codes with him. … Continue reading Trump check
Under re-construction
Ever since I got sent home a few months back, I've been reinventing myself. It's how I like referring to it, anyway, although I don't know exactly what that's supposed to look like definition-wise. It feels like reinvention when I'm writing more. Looking for ways to monetize this sumbitch site and hopefully and diametrically change … Continue reading Under re-construction
Made Men
Catterly never pictured himself going out this way; standing in some god-forsaken heat sink, clad in the official old man’s uniform of big-butt cargo shorts and a Tommy Bahama Hawaiian shirt, guzzling white wine—probably Pinot Grigio, for Christ’s sake—and surrounded by a bunch of other wrinkled codgers; an entire community playing footsie with the gravedigger. No, his retirement … Continue reading Made Men
A noisy rescue
Damn, it’s hotter than two rats wrestling inside a wool sock next to the fireplace out here! I can barely concentrate on the intensity of combat with the sunburn I’ve got on the backs of my hands. It feels like they're being held inside a 400-degree oven. I misplaced my flight gloves earlier--the ones my … Continue reading A noisy rescue
Deal?
Did you see Barack and Donald chatting like two homies at 39's funeral? There's woke stars out there right now, still hyperventilating. Someone give those poor bastards some oxygen. Breathe, libs, breathe. Oh, and we mustn't forget these same woke stars and atheists and woke atheists taking down their Jesus-loving trees and ornaments and lights … Continue reading Deal?
About tmc
I got kidnapped. For real? Twice And you don't write about it? Dude, it's not who we are around here? Dude, what are you talking about? I mean we're not about all the chest thumping here. There's plenty of places to go to for that. Fuck you we're not. Dude, dudes do thump their chest … Continue reading About tmc
Che
Years back, on New Year's Eve, in a crowded and cramped apartment in downtown Havana, my then wife and I partied with a family of Cubans that covered about three generations. They loved dancing. The spread put out by a big-butted matriarch was comprised of okay-tasting beans and yucca and expensive chicken and enough rum … Continue reading Che
So what if I am
When you're out in the streets and this guy is having one hell of a conversation with nobody other than himself, that's like schizophrenia, right? When someone else is screaming at the top of her lungs in rage, that's schizophrenia, too, you think. A simple greeting snaps them out of it, you've noticed. You've tried … Continue reading So what if I am
Last dance
The first time I’d been to San Fran-- I mean "SFO"--was years ago with my dive team. It was between ship deployments and we had been ordered to go battery fishing in the Bay plus a few other locations in California. These were the same batteries that power the aids to navigation or buoy lights … Continue reading Last dance
Things Men Carry 