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In my home town, there was an alley. It led to the dark inner court of a city block, where we liked to get stoned and visit its secre..

I had a professor once, actually a lot of them walked through my head at one time or another, trying to spill their beans, hoping the..

Fireworks and blood... the stuff everybody does just to manage a day… “should I wear the blue tie or the red one?”..

My driveway curves up the . hill through heavy trees. In Spring and early Summer, my rusty lawnmower keeps the undergrowth at bay alon..

Being tired isn’t enough; sometimes I’m pissed, worn out, half dead from all the red-eyed stupidity painting everything i..

Not often enough, I buy a bottle of Four Roses Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey. I lay in my chair and watch a good movie, ..

If God exists, He must be really, really BIG! Just think… wait a minute, what is a thought? And then, what if God has a thought? Are His..

By city standards, the wilderness behind my house is vast and inhabited by all the usual denizens, some of whom make it difficul..

Sex. Drugs. Rock-N-Roll. Wine. Women. Song. Church. Religion. God. Three. Three. Three. They say things come in threes and apparently..

I met your perfume face to face in a crowded mall. What is going on with Patchouli and all those olfactory nerves slapped smack o..