What were we talking about again? Ernest Scared Stupid. We spent three months in Nashville. During that time I listened to Fishbone’s The Reality of My Surroundings repeatedly, watched the Bulls of […]
There’s a postscript to today’s story. Longtime readers know that I enjoy a heady cocktail of batshit lunacy, one ingredient of which is obsessive thoughts. I carried The Bus Boys incident around […]
That autumn my childhood friends and I started to go our separate ways. Hal The Drummer left for college, and so did Sherri. We hadn’t dated for months, but I still pined […]
