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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
Posted in On the road, Uncategorized
Tagged blog, blogging, booze, boss, cold, driving, february, flat tire, happenstance, journal, maintenance, musings, On the road, people, snow, strange, thoughts, weather, wilderness, winter, work, workflow
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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
Posted in On the road
Tagged alcoholic, blog, blogging, boss, dayjob, drink, night shift, nightwork, overworked, shift work disorder, sleep disorder, third shift, well, whiskey, work, workflow, wrenchturner
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Tonight is all about channeling a little rage, and that guy’s blood is still smeared all over the road outside; it looks like some car’s oil pan gave up on life and splattered all of its aspirations all over the concrete
Every time I hear a noise outside the front door, I race to the peep hole and stick my eye as close to the void as I can. The inside of the glass eyepiece is dirty and around the rim … Continue reading
Posted in Blood and Whiskey
Tagged accident, amputation, author, blog, blogging, coma, dad, death, drink, father, honesty, journal, reflection, self-loathing, suicide, tomorrow, truth, well, what if, whiskey, workflow, writer
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