I bumped into a blind man at the store the other day. “Excuse me, sorry,” not much more I could say before we went our separate ways. He projected vibes of aggravation and fear, and even though I know he can’t see, can only hear, I felt like he was looking at me, with his ears. Continue reading Blind man
Everything is “used to” for me now. Someone talks about say, swimming. I’m all “Oh, I used to love to swim.” I talk about how I “used to” love finding new music at used cd and record stores “back in the day.” I used to go here, I used to go there…I used to have friends. All of my stories are about friends I don’t … Continue reading Used to…
My mom’s older sister was a wonderful, kind woman who loved to laugh and always found joy in “the little things” as she liked to say, amidst the constant, debilitating pain she suffered at the hands of an insidiously severe form of rheumatoid arthritis for decades. In 1993, when I was sixteen, I travelled from Oklahoma to my hometown in Michigan to stay with my … Continue reading My racist aunt
I often wonder, when someone speaks very casually about a deer they shot and gutted, or some farm animal they castrated, or anything of that nature, How can they do that? When I was a kid, I had a pet mouse named Charlie who escaped and started fucking shit up all over the house. My parents were like “screw this” and set traps, which I … Continue reading Desensitized
I’m 41, and I’ve been fucked in the head for as long as I can remember. At this point, I have no delusions that shit is ever going to be “okay.” I am the product of a fourteen-year-old foster child getting pregnant by another foster child of undetermined(by me, anyway)age. I’d already known this by the time I tracked down my biological mother and several … Continue reading I’m always gonna be f***ed in the head.
I recently watched a YouTube vid in which an obnoxious metalhead rants and raves about how horrible Darkthrone’s latter day punk and nwobhm-infused records are. He seems genuinely angered by the band’s decision not to craft albums suited to his specific tastes. The thing is, artists are under no obligation to please fans. If they’re not pleasing themselves and following their respective muses, they aren’t … Continue reading Artists don’t owe you anything
Witnessed some “kids” getting chastised by a new manager at work yesterday. One of them had dropped an f-bomb, and she told them “Guys, there’s a lady present. Please don’t use that type of language.” It was very quaint and old-fashioned, and these dudes of course thought this was the most outrageous thing they’d ever heard. I didn’t. I thought it was something they needed … Continue reading Filter yourself
I have no idea who the people in this photo are. I don’t know the context of it, either. I know as much as you know. This picture only exists in one place. It can’t be google image searched. It isn’t in anyone’s photo albums on Facebook. It isn’t anywhere except right here on the table beside me as I write this. So who cares? … Continue reading Who was this?