A History of My Humiliations
Before too many of my aspirations have taken form as deeds (through the process known as “lies”) I need to speak of my childhood humiliations. A friend of mine wrote A History of My Loves. Just so, I...
View ArticleBad Luck
My mind was closing around a perfect idea, like an elevator enclosing me with a beautiful young woman. But then I lost it—nothing but bad luck. Bad luck: it’s bad luck to eat with shoes on; it’s bad...
View ArticleHunter S. Thompson and The American Dream
I was on the can with a cowboy hat on, and I got to thinking Hunter S. Thompson went looking for the American Dream where he knew he’d never find it: the rabbit hole of Las Vegas, the neurotic circle...
View ArticleWide Right Disorder
I’ve never been one for mental health, but I recently started seeing a therapist, with early results pertinent to Sparts. To give you the necessary background without getting into sordid details, I’ve...
View ArticleThe Pleasures of Poker Chips
I’m continually surprised by hopes which just turn up, like a coin turns up during a spring cleaning. Coins! Those cold, heavy sparks! Nestled among familiar places where all the days I sit around and...
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