I think I’m depressed.
“How do you eat an elephant?” goes the old riddle. “One bite at a time.”
I shouldn’t brag, but I’m the master of The Deal. You know it’s true because I treat The Deal like a proper noun, like “McDonald’s” or “Sad!”
I am beginning to disappear. This probably started years ago, but I didn’t notice. That seems to be how this thing goes. The process is a slow one until it isn’t. One […]
One of my good friends recently took a job that requires video conferencing. I don’t think there’s enough money to lure me into that circle of hell.
I just finished rereading Kurt Vonnegut’s entire published output, sort of.
My daughter just turned eighteen years old.
September 24, 2017 Dear The End of the World, How are you? I’m fine, no thanks to you.
Life isn’t all music and true tales of liquor, lust, and primer gray Camaros, you know.
I walk my neighborhood streets each evening in a feeble effort to blend in with humanity.