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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 Comments · 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.  

Lit: Christopher Coake

0 Comments · Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Writer Christopher Coake will be reading from his first novel, “You Came Back,” at Joseph-Beth Booksellers. Coake teaches creative writing at the University of Nevada, but his ties to this part of  

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 Comments · 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.  

Stray Cats

3 Comments · Monday, April 2, 2012
Strange sounds outside my apartment window in Covington have some along with the warmer weather. I often hear stray cats howling or even fighting early in the mornings. One recent morning in particular, they woke me up at five o’clock. It was a day I wasn’t really looking forward to.