Double Down
This was not Las Vegas. It was, but it most certainly wasn’t. I’d just left a valet named Dan standing in the dark parking lot of a place on the corner of Paradise. He...
Category: 2001-2007
Otis Unplugged
I’m not going off the grid so much as unplugging for a few days. Any updates, should they be necessary, interesting, or otherwise urgent (I’m not sure what qualifies under any of those categories)...
Devon Epps, Amanda Smith and the difficulties of reporting crime news
The pillow. The cops are testing the pillow. The Greenville News’ Paul Alongi greeted readers this morning with news that the Greenville County Sheriffs Office is testing the pillow that Amanda Smith says a...
iPod meme redux
A few people commented and/or e-mailed regarding last Friday’s iPod meme list. For those still wondering, here’s a list of the bands and songs and how they ended up on my iPod. 1. Carrie,...
Running buddies
I’m always the guy who vows to keep in touch. I’m the guy that grasps hold of a true friendship and refuses to cede control to the forces of time. Of course, I’m one...
Friday Mental Massage: From Bacon to iPods
For the first time in a long time, today actually feels like a Friday. I don’t feel like doing anything that resembles work. I will, of course, but I don’t think I’m going to...
Greasing the wheels
If this work of fiction has you a little confused, you should be aware, it’s my entry into the best contest of the year, courtesy of my friend Al Can’t Hang. The hemisphere swelled,...
Reading between the lines of Devon Epps’ death
It’s late, or at least late enough for a seven-year-old boy to be in bed. You’ve got a pillow in the car, so maybe you’re on the road somewhere. Regardless, it’s late and you’re...
Three years
Three years ago at this time, I was unshaven, stinky, and collapsed on a faux bed in St. Francis women’s. However, as I hadn’t just shoved a seven pound eleven ounce bundle out of...
Dads
It’s pretty damned rare to find people later in life that you know you can trust like a brother. I’ve been fortunate enough to find a few of those people since I began this...
Friday Mental Massage: Africa Hot
I haven’t done the old Friday Mental Massage for a while, so let’s get it all out, shall we? Africa Hot–I spent most of my summer in Las Vegas. The temperature was in triple...
Getting off the bottle
I’m not sure exactly how it happened. One day, the tap in the kitchen was working just fine. The next, there was a case of bottled water in my garage. It was like some...
Where’s the beef?
A quickie… The wife and I have been thinking about cutting certain things out of our lives. The first was bottled water. The second more ambitious project was the elimination of fast food. The...
Road People
I woke up Saturday morning in Portsmouth, Ohio at 8am. It’s a depressing little town that sits in its own shadow. Once a thriving steel town, it now seems to exist on little but...