I love the word, "maw."  Don't you? Every horror  writer worth his weight in willies knows "maw" must be preceded by the word "gaping."

     The Gaping Maw! It sends shivers (where else?) up the spine. Whatever creature possesses… Read full post »

     If I like it and do it twice I'm addicted.

     I like apple fucking pie, am I addicted to that?     

     I know it sounds stupid, but to us alcohol became a merciless obsession.

     It sounds stupid because i… Read full post »

LET'S PLAY OUTSIDE!

     Taking care of old guys is like raising kids. As soon as you figure out what they need, they need something else. I figured my father-in-law, Mike, needed to go outside. What he needed was protection from a fool like me, but I didn't know that till… Read full post »

     I sold pleather. Check that. I tried to sell pleather. For three days. I never convinced anyone to hand me cash in exchange for the plastic purses, vests, jackets, wallets and briefcases I hauled around office buildings in the Loop and Chicago's surrounding suburban strip malls. B… Read full post »

     I chose my sponsor in the usual way. He chose me. In two years I had completed three of the Twelve Steps. I was miserable. Patrick grabbed me by the ear one night after a meeting.

     "Why are you so miserable?"

     I smiled, a delaying… Read full post »

     Years later I asked her why she married me.

     "I was pushing 30 and I didn't think anyone was going to ask me."

     So she chose me. She settled on a fixer-upper.

     We met at a wedding. An old friend of mine was… Read full post »

SHAVING WITH CONNIE FRANCIS

    God wanted us to know what love sounds like, so he gave us Connie Francis. "Please do not forget..." she soothes "...that our lips have met." She wraps her lips around us as we begin our day, Mike and I. Mike is Michele Bernardi,… Read full post »