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Pain With No Gain
As if the very nature of existence and the general melancholia of the past two weeks were not enough I somehow screwed up my back this week. Despite all efforts to drug […]
And That’s The Game!
I remember summer evening like this. I remember the cool grass in the afternoon when the sun went behind the clouds, and when it reemerged, feeling like God’s own breath on my […]
The Erotica of P.G. Wodehouse
I have sent this to the only two places that I thought might possibly like this even a little. It was rejected outright both times. So I hand it over to you. […]
Mornin’
It’s Sunday morning and I expect nothing of this day. It is how I approach most days, and most of life. Expect nothing and you won’t be disappointed. Do not expect a […]
Saturday
Today is Saturday and I have come down with some for of sickness. All while still trying to take care of my wife who has a sprained ankle. “O true apothecary, may […]
The Fictional History of Goosebumps: #1 Welcome To Dead House
If you were a child in the 1990s, then I need not tell you about the greatest living author in American letters today. R. L. Stine has thrilled and chilled the world’s […]
The Mind is a Runaway Stagecoach
I don’t quite know how one meditates and still indulges this impulse for humor. You can’t quite divorce yourself from the ego and still maintain this muscle that thrives on finding everything […]
There’s No More Good Titles for Anxiety And Depression Articles
I sat here trying to think or a clever and/or witty title for this piece, but nothing was good enough. So I gave up. Which is really the best way to start […]
The Auteur Next Door
When we first moved here, my issue of The New Yorker had ended up in my neighbor’s mailbox. So she, a very attractive young woman about my age, brought it over. “Well,” […]
