The Company We Keep
Technically, an essay worth its salt starts with an introductory paragraph intended to set the general tone for what follows in the body of...
Resistence Is Futile
In the modern vernacular, it can be fairly said that I grew up in a hoarder's home. Not only am I not ashamed of...
Paperboy Prattle
I think I have made it clear that I am not a morning person, not terribly fond of the entire human race until I've...
On Winkley Pond
I did not plagiarize from the play or the movie "On Golden Pond" because there is no such thing as a Golden Pond in...
If I’d Written A COVID Diary
The lede would have been, "Day 1: Dear Diary, what in the actual fuck?" While my brain was catching some z's last night, filing...
The Straight Path Of Of The Circle
Don't you love self-contradictory expressions? I have publicly said several times that I have had a lifelong fascination with words and letters. All the...
The Coronapocalyptic Incursion On Furtive Living
I have always been a big fan of the word "furtive." For one thing, it just sounds cool. For another, its definition is related...
The Chime Of Zen
Walking along the outside wall, making my way past the store windows into the knife section, I came to a screeching halt.
Photo Journal: A Hermit Store Run
Especially for my overseas penpal, April ~
The inbound Carriage arrives
It's a cozy ride
My whole heart hates City life
Crosswalk death's nearby
Gladiator breakfast time!
What hell...
A Blind Old Guy Walks Into A Bar…
...sits down and orders a shot of Jack and whatever cheap beer they have on tap. Dispensing with Jack, he takes a baby sip...
