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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.  

Hope’s Real Life

0 Comments · Friday, June 1, 2012
The last time Hope was in my life was early October, 1994. I had just come back from Seattle, Washington where my twin brother had died. We met at a bar in Price Hill. Hope and I got our drinks, went to a table and talked about my brother maybe for a couple minutes. Then we talked about bullshit things that didn’t matter. I remember feeling angry about it later, but Hope was just being Hope. Talking about real life wasn’t something she was interested in.   

Living Out Loud: Shades of Pale

1 Comment · Wednesday, May 2, 2012
It’s hard for me to really say when my eyesight started to go so horribly bad. I guess it was more or less a gradual thing, but during the spring of last year, it seemed to suddenly worsen. More and more, I was living in shades of pale.