I feel weird about this one. A while back I wrote about coming out as an addict or past-addict (there’s a question for you) on an email list comprised of long-time friends. As soon as I hit ‘Send’ on that puppy, I was like a kid counting down Christmas. I was…what’s the right word?…eager?…maybe ‘anxious’ […]

Last night I had another nightmare about facing that woman (and her husband, my friend and co-worker) that got me my last job, the one I screwed-up and left. This time the dream was a little more protracted and I faced the ex-boss as well. Can’t believe I’m still on that roll. It’s like having […]

[Ed. note: Last couple posts have unintentionally run a theme of…lingering leftovers, we’ll call ‘em, and the subject seems to merit another go. Thus, we keep the streak alive.]
Just stood in front of the mirror and dabbed a pearl of Mederma (”Skin care for scars”™) into the corner of my mouth. I have a scar […]

On the fifth of this month, in a post called “The Old Indian’s Cane,” I wrote about residues of a former mortality. We’ll consider this an addendum that broadens the residual range.
I’ve mentioned the credit card debt that’s leftover, but I also owe a woman whom I respect and who has done a lot for […]

I’ve got two extra orifices now. For the time being. They took my blood from me. I finally went in. After fasting 12 hours and telling my mom on the way out that they’d have a hard time finding a vein because folks had historically had difficulties in that area with me. I waited an […]