Self-diagnosis and the art of denial After a couple of days of sheer paranoia and fearing certain death, I have determined through hours of internet research that I am dealing with latent anxiety, fueled...
Mortality Paranoia Last night I hid from death under a comforter. In a moment of pure death paranoia, I decided to go to sleep instead of dying while awake. Does death fear a sleeping...
Code Orange The United State government has shifted all Americans to an Orange level of alert. Open your eyes. Don’t be afraid. If you care to think about colors, think about red, white, blue,...
Organization Nation I’ve tried just about everything. Spreadsheets, computer programs, one failed experiment with an abacus, and hiring my dog as an accountant. Nothing worked. I am a mass of unorganized personal business. I...
Um…what the hell was that? You’ll find me on many nights strumming an acoustic guitar. Folk or bluegrass music will usually spill from my stereo speakers. Maybe a little rockabilly if I’m feeling saucy....
(continued from above) A guitarist threw his guitar into the crowd. Remember, Tesla and Skid Row are not rich bands anymore. They can’t afford to be throwing away instruments. The band didn’t care, but...
Sheriff Sam Simmons…September 16th, 1952–September 4th, 2002 A man who championed road safety, a man married to a woman who dedicated her life to reducing the number of wrecks on the road…died tonight in...
Notice: Women Welcome Trace yourself along the gently sloping curves, the rises and falls, soft in places and hard in others. Slip into a place so serene and respected that it seems almost dirty...
The Kid Fans of University of Missouri football are long suffering. Somehow the ball never falls on the right side of the goal line. Whether the referees give their opponent a fifth down or...
See this? It’s my middle finger Let us commence with the Cable Guy’s Lament. Let us commit immoral acts in the face of Charter Cable, Charter High Speed Internet Access, and the cable industry...
One Year When I graduated from high school I had but one spoken aspiration…I would be a G-Man, an FBI agent specializing in behavioral psychology. I would study the minds of the most twisted...
The Hitchin’ Through a lens of pride and amber (that’s hops, barley, and maybe some rice to you and me) I watched a weekend that I will never forget. However, just in case age...
Uh-oh…I’m awake It was too many hours ago that I started awake. A dream-vision (nothing akin to my dream girl, by the way) had touched my knee in a provocative way and pointed a...
