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?
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Anatomy of a civil war
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
Six on six off
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
Whatever it takes
I take this call. I'm told that I'm going somewhere in Alaska. I hear the word "Nome" at one point. Nome? Sounds a little too much like 'no' and 'home' put together. For those who know better, it is. I'm sad about it. Summer’s going to come and go while I'm up there. I’ll probably … Continue reading Whatever it takes
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
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
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 