I earlier that night watched a Storm game court-side with a dear homie. It's getting late now. We're a little buzzed at a late-night pizza joint in downtown Seattle. We've covered all the bases pretty much: Iran, Venezuela, Trump (of course), my homie's failing marriage, my own kind of "stuck." My homie repeats a familiar … Continue reading Rome 2.0. Hold on

My brown ass is gonna plop on a deluxe leather seat when I get home. The one that vibrates and has these built-in massage elbows. Meantime, Mama-san's gettin' ready her tools to give my ten brats the business. Deluxe package, she'll ask? What do you think, Mama-san? Mama-san's eyeballs poke out her mask in the … Continue reading A sailor’s return, imagined