I’ve recently been talking to a friend about how cool Star Wars Galaxies used to be. I’ve recently moved my old character over to a new account, and wanted my friend to see the character’s house, starship, etcetera. Well, last weekend she logged into the game and I gave her the grand tour. Later we… Continue reading Ruminations on Star Wars Galaxies
Here’s another story bit that I don’t know what to do with. This is intended to be the introduction to a book titled 3,000 Miles. We’ll see if I get beyond this. For now, here’s something to think about. 3,000 Miles: Meet & Greet You don’t know me. There’s no reason you would. If you… Continue reading 3,000 Miles: Meet & Greet
Listening to a Jazz radio program hosted by Wynton Marsalis. The man truly amazes me. He always reawakens in me a love for all music, and helps me to step outside of my comfort zone. Right now I’m listening to a Latin band with a guest Jazz trumpeter. Marsalis explained first what was going to… Continue reading Wynton Marsalis
I’m putting this here because I don’t where else to put it, really. It’s something I wrote on the way home, text-messaging on my cellphone. I suppose it’ll wind up in the Snippets section. I can’t see a story coming out of this. Just another exercise for the bored? There are benefits to going blind… Continue reading Blind Sex
Just delivered at a poultry processing plant in Lewiston, North Carolina. Man. Everyone should visit such a place. Look, I’m not naive. I know that you don’t stock supermarkets with gazillions of tons of chicken flesh without these large processing plants. But it’s one thing to know all this and understand the basics of the… Continue reading A Visit to Chicken Hell
Aw, I feel bad. Just made an old guy choke on his chewing tobacco. Was walking to the truck and met a guy coming the other way. He stopped and looked up at the sky and said “Think we’ll get any?” I said “God, I hope so. I ain’t had any since my wife left… Continue reading Getting Any?
Just leaving Ruther Glen, Virginia. Had a notable encounter there. I was checking out at the cashier in a truck stop and had made the usual cordial small talk with the girl, but she just sort of smiled at me. Fine. People don’t always like small talk. Another employee told me “She’s Russian. She don’t… Continue reading Russian Babe
I pulled up at the fuel isle at our terminal in Chester, Virginia, and the guy who was freaked out by Kiki last week said “Hey, it’s the voodoo man.” I said “You are not going to call me ‘the voodoo man’. If you have to label me, get it right and call me a… Continue reading Voodoo Man
Just talked to Mama. She put Stripe to sleep today. The poor thing had a bowel disease and just wasn’t going to get any better. Mama took Stripe to one vet who was all about treating her, and wanted my 74 year old mother to give a cat five different kinds of medicine every day.
Fuck. I’m depressed. That aching soul, bone-gnawing depression. I violated the number one rule which governs my life right now; “don’t think about the house!” Well, I thought about the house. I’ve often said that my wife has no concept of what she cost me when she left. I’ve never meant that in monetary terms.