The Bouillabaisse Kid.
Hey. Welcome to Stegosaurus. You got a reservation I hope, because we're booked up 19 months in advance. Over at the grill, we're frying up some cupcakes. We're frying up some cupcakes and Chef Violet...
View ArticleThe Husky Western Bookworm Rides Again.
Here are some random things on a Friday. Nothing revolutionary. Or even exciting, really. So, if you skip out right now, I understand. Ok here we go. ===================== -- I've been reading...
View ArticleGreen Onions.
I look at the forecast, at the 7-day, and I see the different weather that might be blowing around outside when my son gets born. Snowflakes. Rain pissing down out of a cloud. Numbers, high temps,...
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Bad Henry.
The night of the day my son was born, I cracked open a cool pilsner and leaned back on the rear legs of my vinyl hospital chair with one eye on the door: so I wouldn't get busted by some fresh...
View ArticleTooth Marks In The Wood.
I just got done shoving some more joint compound into a hole in the bathroom wall when Monica called up the steps that Amy Winehouse was dead. Some stuff fell off my blade, but I kept pushing what was...
View ArticleThe Walkin' Talkin' Pink Mountain Coffee Boy Blues.
Down through the morning, I cut a path to the coffee pot in the dark, a dog at my heel in case I might just happen to drop a steak or a rack of ribs or something. They never lose hope, the dogs. I cut...
View ArticleThe Trouble With Ghosts.
"Where there's a will, and there is a fucking will, there's a way, and there is a fucking way." -Teddy Bass, Sexy Beast One winter night, long long...
View ArticleFour Spanish Nights/ Love Is Alive.
In a hotel room in Pamplona I hit the buttons that make the Skype work and shove another cookie in my mouth while the electricity does it's thing and rolls out to Pennsylvania somehow. I get lucky and...
View ArticleStegosaurus Heart.
Sometimes, I'll be driving the Honda down the highway and both the kids are crying back in their carseats about their own original seperate shit and something snaps behind my face. They have their own...
View ArticleHow We Earned Our Wings.
Days away from forty, that's what I am. You could leave tonight on some two week package tour and when you got back home, tired and all bloated from wine and pressurized cabins, me: I'd be forty years...
View ArticleHow The Contraception Thing Got Resolved
At a stoplight, in the back of the dark tinted-up SUV, the phone rings. Well, not “ring” rings, it’s more of a ringtone explosion. It’s Cherry Pie by Warrant. The campaign manager pretends it isn’t...
View ArticleEven Now.
Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. Henry taps on the window glass at the geese out by the stream. They can't hear him. They're pretty far off and plus they are probably thinking about geese stuff; who's...
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The Walkin' Talkin' Burning Man Blues
A year ago today, at around 12:30 in the afternoon, I heard a banging on our front door and nothing will ever really be the same, I guess. There was a stranger there, a man in his fifties I'd say, and...
View ArticleJuly Is My Jam/ Ode To Summertime
Oh July. Sweet hot July in your chartreuse bikini that pings and pops like 4pm hail on the hood; you there sipping your medium cherry Slushie/throwing back your chlorinated hair /laughing with your...
View ArticleNature Walk/ Crazy Talk/ A Lovely Afternoon
"It could be a buck deer with a whole hippo on his back and a, and a, and a, and a PIZZA!" I'm not sure what to do with that, but she's pushing four and you don't nudge back at 'pushing four' with too...
View ArticleSoul Tar Feather
I hear Henry crying in the other room. That's basically like me saying, 'I smell bacon when I'm frying bacon," because, like, no shit. Of course Henry's crying in the other room. It's not that he's a...
View ArticleLive From The Morning Battlefield
Henry will be two in a few days and I sure am proud of the kid. He can talk a pretty wild blue streak for a young gun his age.I have whole conversations with him where I understand everything he's...
View ArticleThe Pilot On His Frozen Cloud
Most of the time we tend to go about our business all hurky-jerky, with hardly a glimmer of thought going towards stuff that might be seen as. I don't know, 'poetic' or 'evocative'. Our lives are busy,...
View ArticleChampagne Supernova/ Requiem For The Living
In the evening, I would sit there and pop the cap off a cold bottle of beer and thump my ass down onto the couch while the kids dumped their generic Legos all over the floor in front of the TV. The...
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