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In This Life

2 Comments · Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Time has a way of healing, but Jered is always in my thoughts. The month of September brings him back full force.   

Looking for Mr. McNabb

3 Comments · Friday, August 2, 2013
When I moved to another apartment building here in Covington, Kentucky at the end of January, my decision was to stay pretty much to myself and not get involved with my neighbors.  

Maybe 'Seinfeld' Saved My Life

0 Comments · Monday, July 1, 2013
As luck would have it, or maybe it wasn’t luck at all, right across the street from the office was a bar called “Chuck’s Rockin’ Ranch.” But I never went to Chuck’s or drank on Thursdays. That was Seinfeld night. I didn’t want my head to be all fuzzy watching that show. It was always the highlight of my lonesome week.  

Taking It to the Streets

1 Comment · Friday, May 31, 2013
 All of these women have different stories to tell and each are selling their bodies for their own personal reasons. I could simplify those reasons and say it’s all about money to get drugs, but that would be too easy and would only be scratching the surface.  

Laundry Day

2 Comments · Thursday, May 2, 2013
I have laundry facilities in the basement of the apartment building where I’m now living. At 8 a.m., I thought I was getting an early start but there was Eve down there in the laundry room sitting at a table reading a book. I thought it could have been a Bible, but wasn’t sure. She eyeballed my two trash bags of dirty clothes.  

A Dog with No Name

1 Comment · Tuesday, April 2, 2013
When I found out more about the dog late this past fall, I felt bad for what I’d been thinking all those months. I didn’t like the dog — whatever its name was. Turns out it didn’t even have one.  

Stuck

1 Comment · Monday, March 4, 2013
The elevator wasn’t moving. I looked at the digital sign in it. It kept flashing ‘7,’ then ‘G’ over and over again. I pressed ‘7’ again. Again, the elevator didn’t move. Stuck. I finally figured out I was stuck.  

Stupid Grown-ups

5 Comments · Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Patsy looks too young to have a small son. In fact, I didn’t know she did. I met him one afternoon two weeks ago. I wasn’t supposed to meet him at all, but I’m glad I was the one who was here to look out for him when he found himself with no family members around.  

My Downtown Covington Normal

4 Comments · Thursday, January 3, 2013
I’ve been living in downtown Covington, Ky., since the middle of July 2011. Having lived in Cincinnati for most of my adult life and with a lot of that time working and/or living downtown, Covington has been an adjustment for me. In my view, Downtown Covington isn’t anything like the city across the river.   

Merry Christmas from Thelma and Roy

0 Comments · Thursday, November 29, 2012
Since Thelma and her new husband Bill didn’t really exist, they couldn’t attend my grandmother’s funeral.  

I Wanted His Divided Attention

1 Comment · Thursday, November 1, 2012
I realize I’m old school, but if I had requested someone to visit me and when that someone arrived, I would have taking that remote and turned off the television.   

In the Case of Joy and Randy

0 Comments · Thursday, October 4, 2012
I’ve heard things happen for a reason. I’m not sure I buy that. All I know for sure, in the case of Joy and Randy, is I wish things could have worked out very, very differently.
  

Bricklayer

2 Comments · Tuesday, September 4, 2012
I looked at my watch. It was a quarter after 6. I figured with it being early evening, Walgreens, up on Madison Avenue here in Covington, wouldn’t be that busy. I’d walk up there and get me another bottle.  

Being There

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 1, 2012
On Labor Day, 1994, I got a phone call from twin brother’s friend in Seattle, Wash., where my twin, Jered, lived. This friend told me that Jered was in a Swedish Hospital in serious condition. He also told me Jered had AIDS. This was the first I’d heard about it.  

Sitting on the Stoop

2 Comments · Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Out on the stoop, I’m smoking a cigarette, which is a big mistake. Kris has noticed me. He lives in a building up the street and he’s a pain in the ass. As he approaches, I already know what he wants.