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 …
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 …
I had not planned to post anything again quite so soon. Life. What happens when. You know. Like John Lennon said. The losses are just part of it. We try to forget this as often, and for as long, as we possibly can. My daughter, Taylor, and her great, kind heart rescued a tiny, woefully …
I don’t know that I’ve ever done this before, copying a post from Facebook to here. But this really seemed to strike a chord with people. I tweaked it just a hair, because more room, and never give me more room! But, mostly, no. Oh, I did, I do, love me some Sly Stone. On …
It takes a certain kind of stupid to view certain awful things as funny. Awful, stupid things, to be clear. So let me introduce myself to any of you who might not know me well, and who thus might not know where this is going. My name is Frank, and I am, y’know. I took …
I feel I must share with you the appalling circumstance of this morning. Fairly early into it, that feet-to-floor, brushing of teeth, handful of pills, navigating of pre-dawn dogs near empty food bowls, the scratching of things in need of scratching, I came to the hard realization that there was, simply, no cake. And wouldn’t …
So there I was, stranded along a quiet country road littered with smashed cut-flowers, beneath a darkening sky, beside a field full of foraging cows. Later that same day, a twitchy kid would stick a loaded semiautomatic rifle in my face. I’ve determined just now, via a quick consult with Google, which was not yet …
Y’know how the most mundane of things can drop you smack-dab in the middle of the most poignant of memories? No? Well, get to be my own sparkling young age, and trust me, you will. For now, let us begin: With a text received just the other day, from an insurance company. Not some business …