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28 January, 2011
The Beans, Bread, and Beer Fund: An Explanation
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Making it as a writer is rough, no matter how you go about it. Mostly people get some kind of pointless day job, or they become college inst...
30 November, 2010
Excerpt from In Season: A Sense of Community
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Walking home from the bar, two things invariably cross my mind: stars and sidewalks. One of things I was looking forward to when Maude and ...
11 November, 2010
Excerpt from In Season: The Nuclear Option
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Between the scratch I bring in and her salary, we can get by about as well as we've ever gotten by. Catching up is a distant dream, and ...
16 February, 2010
[Morning Glory]
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T he next day I woke up to someone banging on the door. I wasn’t sure of the time. I looked at my cell phone. The clock read 10:35. Shit. I ...
11 February, 2010
[Playing Pretend]
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M y First Love was Erica Delaney. She was five years old. I was six. She lived with her parents on the newer side of town. Her father was th...
08 July, 2009
Adapt and Survive
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S ometimes the cable went out. When you beat around and live cheap, you learn to accept certain things. That was one of them. The TV set was...
30 June, 2009
Mac the Elder
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“ M AC!” It was comical. Kind of. Mac the Elder would saunter through the door everyday around the same time and everyone at the ...
29 June, 2009
Loyce and the Monkey Man
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E ven though there was a room between Loyce’s and mine, sometimes I still heard what was going over there. Mostly it was just the sounds peo...
26 June, 2009
The Barstool at the Edge of the World
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I went to the bar the following day. It was Suzy’s day off and there was some other chick behind the bar. It was still a little slow: only a...
23 June, 2009
Visitations, Ruminations, and a Quick Polka
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I went to pay another week on my room and the little foreign guy behind the desk told me I had a message. “A message? What do you mean I ha...
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