He was just a dog. Continue reading
Zero Four. Alarm going off! I knock it off the nightstand. It whimpers for an instant and then grows silent.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Where am I?
Who am I? Continue reading
I was sorely missing Texas and though I was never what one might call ‘A Hardcore Country Music Fan’, I was feeling nostalgic. So I bought me some Nocona’s, a Stetson, Wrangler’s, some shirts with snaps, a string tie, and off I went, Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places Continue reading
Apparently marriage to me is not much more binding than a hand-shake. Continue reading
C’mon Guys (and Gals) fess up: Have you ever pissed in a sink?
I know I have. Continue reading
“We’re goin’ camping out to The Lake,” Peanut announced. “You gonna come, or what?” Continue reading
The Jordanians are coming: Specifically the JAF. (Jordanian Armed Forces) They will be living here in my LSA 2. Wonderful. Each of my tents have a capacity of 120 U.S. Marines. They ain’t comphy, but they cozy and U.S. Marines do not complain.
They are Marines. Continue reading
All the houses on Bruning Street were brand new. And they were all alike. But their alikeness did not dampen my spirits, especially since mom and I had left the moldy old garage apartment across town. I had finally escaped that place and the Ghost of that Murdered Turkey. Continue reading
“Golf is a Gentleman’s and Lady’s game.”
I looked around at my twenty-odd fellow PE classmates sitting Indian-style in a semi-circle in front of Coach. It was late spring in Winnsboro Texas. I was twelve.
Poking my buddy (a lanky, slow-drawling ugly tow head of a boy named Gary) in the ribs with my elbow, whispered, “Golf? What’s he talkin’ ‘bout?” Continue reading
My maternal grandfather was an alcoholic. Not an everyday alcoholic, but he did have a schedule and he stuck to it religiously. Continue reading
I grew into manhood in the Sinai desert: 1977-1980. Missed out on Disco, but it was damn well worth it. Continue reading
A poet of such piercing eloquence Continue reading
Dear Mister Kim
I’m at it again
I love you to pieces
You sack of raw feces Continue reading
“Lil Kim’s got the hydrogen bomb”
His news bitch announced in singsong Continue reading
God in His wisdom let people die
God in His wisdom made them all fry Continue reading
Likes and Loves and Laughing Faces
Thumbs up Thumbs up
We’re off to the races! Continue reading