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Undecided in ’24 (3 of 3)
tmc: As an avowed undecided voter, I'm curious your take on a lot of former top brass speaking out against Trump. Military figures just don't do that. Maybe we can have a conversation about it for my site if you're down? If not, no sweat. I'm still curious. Travis: I have a strong opinion on … Continue reading Undecided in ’24 (3 of 3)
Undecided in ’24 (2 of 3)
Mr. Trump, Take the average king. Sitting there all couchant-like on top of his rock or in the bush, mane pulled back by a breeze. He’s regal as fuck, isn't he? He also gives off the appearance of sort of not giving a shit, but you’re not king by not giving a shit. It's quite … Continue reading Undecided in ’24 (2 of 3)
Year 4 in Review
The kid tried like hell to be liked and get accepted into this one group. A homie got cancer and it's metastasized. He'll kill me if I write a piece about him. I'll probably do it anyway. The war in Gaza? I guess throw in Hezbollah while we're at it? Look, we're Things Men Carry, … Continue reading Year 4 in Review
Undecided in ’24 (1 of 3)
I'm in an imaginary van going down an imaginary highway. There's a motley bunch inside. A mix of brown and black and one white white person. It's okay. You're not a racist. I'd probably think the same thing, too: it's some kind of correction house. And because there's a few smaller whippersnappers and even the … Continue reading Undecided in ’24 (1 of 3)
It’s still out there, homies
(24 years, hot damn. And happy birthday, Jason. Hope to hear more from you, Homie)
Happy birthday
I picture her in a squat, stony house on a Portuguese island, stepping up on a stool to grab this bowl or that salt to help her mom cook. Because it's what my grandmother, the cook, told me about her little helper, my mother. I picture her in Puerto Rico on her honeymoon in some … Continue reading Happy birthday
As Good as Your Last
I had this sort of slight condition, let’s call it. I mean, anytime it ever came up, Rebecca, my girl, put it all to rest of course. I was just shy was all. That’s what she’d say. “Besides,” she’d say, “you know it wasn’t your gift of the gab I fell in love with. If … Continue reading As Good as Your Last
‘I don’t have AIDS’
There's a scene in the movie Boondock Saints when Willem Dafoe, who plays an FBI agent, is standing in the middle of a neighborhood where a gun fight happened. It’s a crime scene. There’s carnage everywhere. Dafoe, or Agent Paul Smecker, plays back to all the forensics guys and others what he thinks took place … Continue reading ‘I don’t have AIDS’
Only man I ever kissed
I was fresh out of Quartermaster school and everything, and I'd write him letters in morse. Dit-da-dit kind of stuff. He corrected me. In morse. It had to be close to fifty years for him since his last time talking to ships via morse off the Island of Sao Miguel in the Portuguese Azores, and … Continue reading Only man I ever kissed
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