Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
April 11th, 2014, Rochester NY: It was a little after two o’clock in the morning; I was driving my car as steady as I possibly could, going exactly 35 mph down Monroe Avenue. Between shifting gears in my bright yellow, cop magnet, five speed Chevy, I was taking baby sips Read more
I am seeking a confidant, a loser like me. My pre-requisites are simple. I desire a lack of ambition. I am looking for self-loathing. This depressant-applicant should come pre-equipped with a heart that is worn and long faded away like a hundred shipwrecks. His or her life shall be in Read more
Well, hello there old geezer! I hope you’re somewhat sane and still alive 20 years from now so you can fully absorb every word of this letter. Otherwise, someone will translate it into small, bite-sized pieces so your senile, rickety old mind can understand it. If you’re already dead, a Read more
fearsome orgasmic blooms in a jealous world deceptive fragility of steely petals and stems roots entwined with the hopes of childhood sunbeams miraculous and defiant like the vivacious dreams in your smile beauty should never apologize and our love baby is flora in the midst of death for the rest Read more
As I am writing this, we are, as a nation, now well entrenched in the national nightmare and international embarrassment otherwise known as the presidency of Donald Trump. Soon after his election, I began writing down daily reminders of specific actions that I can do to help myself psychologically, spiritually Read more
I didn’t have a problem. I did have a problem, but it wasn’t a bad one. Alright, it was bad. But… Okay, no buts, I was sick. I was unconditionally hooked on alcohol and drugs. I was sleeping with Denial; we were lovers, her and I…ahh, the beauty of Denial. Read more
It’s not very often I have time to lounge around the house. Recently, however, my wife was out of town and I was privileged to enjoy an entire weekend to myself. I slept in late, ate ice cream for breakfast, and chugged down every can of beer I could find. Read more
Part 3 of a 3 part series. After interviewing my mother, reading through the archives of my memoirs, taking note of the dark memories that quietly play in the back of my mind like an old French noir film, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve hit a plateau, with Read more