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America is Wrong (Thu, 11 Aug 2022)
I know many of you may think that I took the ball and went home in the game of depression. And I did, too. I thought I had taken the ball and gone away forever. Because this is all just a game, right? But I can still kick, motherfuckers. I may be old, and hell. ...
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Dancing with wolves (Fri, 08 Apr 2022)
Last Friday morning I was sitting on a ferry as it headed south in San Francisco Bay. Marlo’s knobby knee was pinned to the blonde wood of the chair in front of both of us. They were resting their head on my right shoulder, and the frizz from one of their giant, naturally-occurring curls caught ...
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Always Trying To Work It Out (Mon, 14 Mar 2022)
On Friday afternoon I returned an indigo blue Dodge Ram 1500 Classic to the Alamo Rent A Car just south of St. Louis Lambert International Airport. I wrote about this Hydration Tank last week — you can find it here — and the fact that I have no link to an archive of my writing ...
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All the wrong turns brought me here (Wed, 09 Mar 2022)
Three days ago I flew into St. Louis, Missouri, and after getting settled into my rental car began playing a game of Let’s See How Many Things I Can Inventory in the Next 90 Minutes and How Detailed I Can Be About the Description of These Things Without The Use of A Writing Utensil. I ...
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“Hi, I am the one that needs you.” (Mon, 30 Aug 2021)
ASK A QUESTION I want what you have or at least what you said you had as of May 21, 2021. 43 days of sobriety. I want to know how to do that. Cold turkey? Meetings? Therapist? I just need the timeline. What made you decide? And how many days til I start feeling like I can handle it? How many white-knuckle days ...
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