nurse on this.

I’ve found no better way to get out of myself than getting into a hospital.  Such was the case two Continue reading →

scared to be alone.

Back in the dark times, there was never anything better than being left to my own devices.  The anticipation of Continue reading →

heavy is the head that’s full of itself.

My brain is trying to kill me. That’s what my stinking-thinking’s all about.  I mean, to drink is to die, Continue reading →

down – home cookin’.

Let’s rewind the clocks to not so long ago.  My skull is a crock pot.  My brain is a rump Continue reading →

start unexpecting.

Waiting on external forces to make me happy is no way to go through life. First off, it doesn’t work.  Continue reading →

it’s hard to watch PBS when you get HBO.

Today I’ll be breaking from my regularly scheduled metaphors and allegories to get down to what’s a lot less fluffy Continue reading →

showing, not telling.

That’s the living amends in a nutshell, right?  Show, don’t tell.  Everyone has grown extremely tired of the telling; now Continue reading →

there’s letting things pass and then there’s letting things go.

I can let things pass all day long.  And before that sounds like a shortcoming, or maybe a brag, I Continue reading →