Category Archives: On the road
People Wilderness: The Spices and Love Juices of Cold, Frigid February
Ron arrived just three and one-half hours after I’d made the phone call, when they said he’d only be an hour, maybe two. Through the falling snow flakes, he looked like a round, purple, oblong-shaped Eskimo, because he wore a … Continue reading
In peeling back the skin on the monster, beneath the lizard scales she’s got perfect, silicone-free breasts, but when her mouth opens all I hear is: “NIGHTWORK”. I don’t want to like her, but I don’t want her to hate me either.
The adjustment is the real killer. Going from a daytime routine to picking up the wrenches and climbing behind the wheel of the truck, driving into the night so you can blast some holes in walls and maybe get something … Continue reading
The People Are Crazy, Out Here in the Dives
BENEDICTION/MALEDICTION “Everyone is a turd waiting to get flushed; not everyone can be a floater, bottom down, top up, basking under the sun. The unfortunate truth of this is that we all came from some giant stinking asshole, functioning perfectly … Continue reading
