I travel alone, drifting quietly through clouds of thought like a phantom. I absorb you're dreams, and then I move on.

Yesterday, nostalgia. So, I drifted down to OS City to see my old stomping grounds.

I arrived at dawn. 

Not much had changed: bright lights, writers streami… Read full post »

 A Butthole Yesterday

   What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. That's what Pastor Hill tells me every Sunday morning. I'd like to believe it, because I'm the villain every Saturday night at the county fairgrounds. At least for the rest of the summer.

   When I step… Read full post »

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I boarded an ancient DC-9 at seven a.m. the following day. I couldn't help thinking the aging jet belonged at the Smithsonian and not the Hartsfield International tarmac, but the old girl rose into the air as gracefully as she had in 1965.

When we reached cruising altitude,… Read full post »

The taxi dropped me off in front of Casa Lee, and I handed the hack a twenty through the passenger window.

"Keep the change," I said. 

He put the bill in his shirt, blew me a kiss, and his shoulder dipped as he reached for the window crank. His… Read full post »