Last night I dreamt that everything was washed away by a huge flood.

When the dream starts I am with some very old friends that I haven’t seen in a while, and with one guy in particular that I know, with whom I periodically touch bases throughout the evening. We are… Read full post »

For me, writing is like talking, only it sometimes sticks and stays longer. It doesn't fade as fast as soundwaves and can be punishment or blessing, depending on whether it testifies to my continual inevitable humiliation, mediocrity, and/or predictability or stands as monument to my nimble fingers a… Read full post »

I am crying as I begin to write this to you, as 40 years have gone by.

Things are about to get much worse--yes, worse than they are right now and on a long-term basis. After 3 years of switching high schools (and then dropping… Read full post »