It’s a whirlwind trip from Vegas to home and back. I’ve done almost as much work from home as I would’ve done on the road. On the plus side, I’ve taken my kid to the park, to the movies, out to eat, and for ice cream. I’ve tucked him in for two consecutive nights and read him a book about pirates. All of these things are better than eating a half-cooked panini while I watch people play poker.
Rather than wax and wane, I figure I’ll get back to what I’m doing and pimp Pauly’s ‘zine Truckin. He was kind enough to ask me to submit something for his fifth anniversary edition. At first, I didn’t think I had anything for him. Then I happened across three seemingly unrelated things I’ve written here over the years. I tweaked them a little bit and realized they sort of fit together. I ended up calling the short collection: Three Men Leaving.
Now, back to the pirates.