Writing the Past
Burning Words
It is not a life that I would have chosen had I had any kind of free will in the matter. If I could have picked a life off the peg, tried it on for size, hauled one off a shelf and slithered into it like a snake into a skin, trying not to burst […]
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People who don’t really drink DRINK, but people who drink, who might get drunk even regularly, just not heroically, people who have a beer when they want to, and a perrier water when they don’t, people who sit in bars, drink their allotted six shots and two stellas get loud and happy, and tumble home […]
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There is no explanation I do owe ya No gold plated promises to visit or to call ya And the only place that I feel free these days Is with a long stretch of road behind me And a good long stretch ahead It’s just there’s mountains in the way But its always been that […]
MoreNirvana in a Burger Joint: A Tale Of Corporate Fast Food Hell
After picking Billy up in Los Angeles things went on just as they always do. We bounced around California a while. He hated California. Something to do with a spot of police brutality back in the early seventies, where he was off his head on acid, and pissing out of a car. A normal person […]
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