When I was in New Hampshire several years ago, I went home with this woman after we got off work at the bar we were both employed at. It had been a long day, and we both figured we might drink and fool around a bit now that we were outta there. We climbed the janky stairs to … Continue reading Blood, Snakes, and Arsenio Hall
The other day I woke up and started my day like I normally do. I lingered in bed about a half hour longer than I really should have, finally dragging myself out of bed and lumbering into the bathroom. I looked at myself critically in the mirror and carelessly rearranged my increasingly wild mane of hair. … Continue reading The War is Over; Pass the Bread
When people walk into the street, whether within a crosswalk or just obliviously darting out into the street midway down the block, the presumption that you always hear people voicing is that the pedestrian has the right-of-way. That's more or less true, though there are exceptions to that. When I see people walking out into … Continue reading I’m a Pedestrian. You Can’t Hit Me.
Someone on social media recently posted that, if you're feeling alone in the world, the quickest way to rectify that is to post that you were going to start a new diet. Can't remember who stated that, but I've damn sure seen evidence a thousand times over even when (especially when) you didn't ask for advice. And all you did … Continue reading Let People Eat
After a major break-up, your common sense generally flies out the window and you are prone to making poor decisions on the rebound. This has been true of me about 900 times. Give or take. The rebound after my post-divorce rebound - which was nearly as catastrophic as my first marriage, though with less time … Continue reading But I Took A Viagra!
Stay angry, ladies. And stay loud. You have every goddamn reason to and every goddamn right to. And every little girl who comes along after you is depending on it.
It was the weekend, and my friends and I had decided to meet at a dive bar called The Farm House, a dark, sticky feeling place that always somehow smelled more of stale cigarettes than the cigarettes that were currently being smoked by the patrons holding down bar stools. I was with a group of computer nerds … Continue reading Strip Poker and Spiders