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It was just a bad feeling. I couldn’t coordinate my limbs. Stepping forward, I would weave right. Reaching out to the fence for balance, I clutched air and staggered in quick-step fashion till I came to an abrupt stop, arms outstretched, weaving like an unstable antenna.
I tried to speak but my words slid, one into […]

I once knew a man with a hole in his head. He put it there himself. He used a hand drill.
He got the idea from a news story - the newspaper, a television newscast, whatever. It was immediately picked up by every news outlet in the world. It was offbeat. Good filler. Some news hound […]

The children are gone. Roger’s pants are gone. So is his wallet and with it our money.
I can’t help but think there is a connection.
Roger, in his early fifties and with a “paunch,” meaning he’s considerably overweight and very out of shape, stands raging. He wears nothing but an ill-considered thong. I am reminded of […]

Neil Young was singing about prairie winds and Canada geese and I was getting into a relaxed, perhaps melancholy mood, when Russ said, “I had no idea that’s where that goes.”
“It doesn’t go there,” I said
“Oh.”
“Put it there. With that.”
We were cleaning up my mess. Trying to make sense of things. Or at least put […]