There is always this, y’know? Some vast and swirling ocean, some tempestuous crashing of unfiltered life, of brine and simply being, to vault your screaming ass into, to remind oneself, ever again, of what’s important. Of what’s ultimately what.
I originally posted a version of this on Facebook, though I had left out a number of details from that initial story, to try to keep it from getting as long as I knew it quickly could become. A lot has happened since, which I’ve also added. Happy endings, y’know? They don’t happen all that …
What’s worse than a Trump presidency? A second Trump presidency, clearly. But can there be anything worse than that? A tough question, really. Maybe a gang of racoons – a nursery of the ostensibly adorable rank-refuse bandits, if any of us is still being all woke up in here – drunk as a stench of …
This is not my fault. We need to be clear on that right here at the outset. I would gladly never have seen what I am about to relate to you, and which you may soon also wish I had not shared as well. What was it Barney the purple dinosaur was so fond of …
Fun. Yeah, I can do fun. So, fun. Monday, 11 p.m.-ish, just before turning in, I put the dogs out, the final time, in anticipation of then sitting up the night just trying to sleep, propped against a bank of pillows, with my just-refreshed, taped-on, blood-catch gauze mustache. You see: Midafternoon that same day, a …
It is a strange and startling thing, carrying your wired Jack Russell outside on a 3 a.m. bathroom run, scanning the yard with a flashlight, and being dive-bombed from beyond the arc of light by a dying cicada that comes screaming out of the sky. I shared that snippet of wee-hours weirdness on Facebook a …
Been mulling over nixing your subscription to this blog far a while now, but were still kinda on the fence? This should seal the deal for ya! With outside temps finally dropping off a bit here in the swamp-ass South, I found myself unable to drum up any valid excuse to prevent me taking my …