Random Reality

Ordinarily I like to keep my thoughts here swimming in one small Theme Pool. But, the pool is a bit leaky today, so I offer a few random thoughts and observations from the day…


*If you’re one of those law-talking gals or guys and you find yourself losing in the courtroom, I offer an argument proffered by our local Public Defender during a competency hearing this afternoon:

You can’t have half of a bad cold and the state’s case is as sick as a dog!


*The news business is a sick one. There’s no doubt about that. Think about the words of gonzo j-man Hunter S. Thompson…“The TV business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs.” I only bring it up because of our colleagues at a local radio station and their weathercasts. “It’s going to be partly cloudy and cool in the Upstate and mountains tonight. And your Afghanistan Airstrike forecast… clear skies over the Afgahn mountains all the way through the weekend.” Thank goodness I don’t work for them. I would have quit and moved to Denver two days ago.


*I’m now an adult. Or at least I will be in a week and a half. I thought I achieved legal-age when I bought my house. But a week from Saturday I will participate in the greatest rite of passage for reformed redneck dirtfarmers. I’m having a garage sale. Yea, verily, verily, I will get up at the break of dawn with the blue-haired women of the Upstate and sell my junk for greatly-reduced prices. Now that I’ve been married for more than a year, I have accumulated enough worthless clutter to sell it to other people. What’s even worse is that I’m participating in a very suburban activity…The Neighborhood Garage Sale. Not only will I be hungover and bleary-eyed that morning, trying to sell a paperback copy of some book called “Dirty White Boys” for a nickel, I’ll be doing it surrounded by a few dozen of my closest neighbors who are doing the same thing. My only hope is that I can make enough on the sale to fill my cooler for LEAF.

Anybody wanna buy a rusted electric chainsaw?

Brad Willis

Brad Willis is a writer based in Greenville, South Carolina. Willis spent a decade as an award-winning broadcast journalist. He has worked as a freelance writer, columnist, and professional blogger since 2005. He has also served as a commentator and guest on a wide variety of television, radio, and internet shows.

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