My escape, your escape

Effugium, which is Latin for “escape,” was the name of a space vessel constructed in the early years of the twenty-first century by eccentric tech mogul and cult leader Richard “The Prophet” Kryuss, founder of Krytech Industries. After a mysterious force announced its intent to remove all human life from Earth within ten years’ time, Kryuss funded the Effugium project with his own money, for … Continue reading My escape, your escape

Snapshot: Five hours to go

She can barely stand it some days: The yelling, the squealing, the running, the bumping, the clattering… It’s bad enough at home, in the house, but in the car it becomes unbearable, at times. Relentless. Endless energy. Noise. Conflict. Questions leading to other questions leading to other questions… Don’t think she hasn’t thought about it, and hard. Every night when she lays her head on … Continue reading Snapshot: Five hours to go

I’m always gonna be f***ed in the head.

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.

Filter yourself

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 survived a forest fire.

Oscoda, Michigan, May 2, 1984: thick black smoke loomed on the horizon, and all of the grownups seemed really nervous. Naturally, the kids followed suit, because children generally tend to cling to the belief that adults are in control of things, until suddenly it is revealed that they are not. So here I am, 7 years old, being babysat at a neighbor’s house down the … Continue reading I survived a forest fire.

Loss of dignity with age

My dad was in the ER this morning for a severe kidney infection. I sat and watched this ex-firefighter, Vietnam veteran archetype of masculinity lie under a thin white hospital blanket, the monitor he was connected to beeping away in the background, and I marveled at how frail and helpless he looked. It made me sad. And it reminded me that I’m already experiencing the … Continue reading Loss of dignity with age

It always makes me sad…

…When I see young kids, either in high school or college, getting all fired up about God and Jesus and Church.  You’re supposed to be rebelling against that kind of shit at your age.  You should be out drinking, fucking, and smoking weed, not going on lame bus trips with other candyass little churchy kids.  Steal some beer, tell your parents to go to hell, … Continue reading It always makes me sad…