Category Archives: Reality is a Harsh Mistress
Are we there yet?
The birthday feast annually lasts three days. As of now, there are 25 hours and ten minutes remaining. Hope you’ve got your shopping done. So far, I’ve found a bar with so many taps they stack them two high on … Continue reading
How to play catch-up
Yes, I am still alive. No, I don’t actually have a home. I do, however, have a place where my stuff is. I have stories to tell and pictures to prove it. But first, I’m putting entries in for all … Continue reading
Damn Doctors
Doctoring might be a better racket than lawyering. In the space of ten minutes he tells me I’m a fat bastard, pokes a hole in me, makes things hurt worse than they did before, writes a bill for nearly $200 … Continue reading
Home again, jiggity jig and all that . . .
But where’s home? Back in the old stomping grounds for four days so far and all the reasons I decided to bugger off have loomed large. I’ll be damned happy to put that long stretch of interstate between me and … Continue reading
Good-bye to all that
I hate pre-midlife crises. What a pain in the arse. I knew it was coming, I just didn’t know how bad it would get. How would you deal with being slightly suicidal, feeling trapped, and being a more generally miserable … Continue reading