Sir Riverstone’s Thanksgiving
A tale for children.
Post-Family
The holidays – starting with Thanksgiving – have always pitched me into depression. I’ll spend the long stretch until the new year pissed off, envious of the happier people, and generally mourning what I view to be a disastrously wasted …
On Groundskeeping
For one glorious summer, back in 1994, I was the assistant groundskeeper at the same utopian suburban paradise where I was collecting questionable sexual experiences. I wasn’t a very good groundskeeper, but that was okay. The job consisted of a …
Project Monday: Scorecard 11/15-11/19
Another week down! “Project Monday” is the terrible name for my current writing experiment where I close my eyes and pound on the keyboard and then drunkenly publish whatever horrible shit came out. Welcome to Great Society, sucker!
Work
I often joke that, when I was a kid, my career ambition was to be a ninja, or a truck driver, or some G.I. Joe-style combination of both. I always wanted some quiet little job where I could be on …
Boredom
Hunter Thompson’s famous quote that it never got weird enough for him is more true than ever today. We live in boring times. Even when the towers fell, and terrorists struck fear into the hearts of the free world, and …
Religion
As I get older, I find myself missing the ritual of Catholicism. I’ve been toying with the idea of popping into a mass some Sunday, getting back into the habit, resuming where I left off when I was 14. Up …
It Might as Well Be Spring
I took this day off months in advance when I knew Nacho was coming down for a long weekend, tacking on an extra day off for recovery that, as it turns out, was hardly necessary. We are not becoming old …
Moving
I’ve always identified with those Fight Club scenes criticizing the mass of useless stuff that we surround ourselves with. And, of course, the great cathartic moment where the apartment, and everything in it, is blown to hell.
Project Monday Update
No scorecard this week. I left for New Orleans last Thursday and won’t be back until late tonight. My goal for the trip was to divorce myself from technology – no laptop, no checking messages. Fuck everything. So, for all …