more childhood trauma and injury. lately i have been on a roll. A Walk on Sunday Between Crondolet and Forsyth, on Meramec, we could walk on top of a planter box. It was granite and grey. It started low and got higher as the sidewalk gently strayed downhill. At about three and a half feet [...]

jonny’s monday was so happy he posted that at 9:03 pm. maybe you should get out of bed a little earlier jon. i mean come on, you have a family, and a job (actually, i’m not sure you still have a job after sleeping through it yesterday). anywho, did you guys hear about this. fucking [...]

The Hemophiliac I don’t think that you can stop the bleeding. All that pressure you muster is only making things worse. The blood is beginning to puddle and the color in his face is fading. “Somebody call 911.” It is the same thing today as it was yesterday. He should have stayed home. He should [...]

i know that i put this up as a “prose-ish poem” a few monthes ago, but i just reworked it and now it is a regular poem. so here it is again and i am the one writing this post so i can do what ever i want. Butter or pie We left Portland early. [...]

Judging for the Mustache Contest is Friday night at Pay n-Take. 7pm sharp. Come for the mustaches. Stay for the glory.

Lessons of our Childhood Remember the time the three of us played crack the whip and Greg crashed his bike so bad he had to go to the hospital? That moldy old rope we were using got all wrapped up in his front wheel. Our quiet neighborhood street shook with thunder when he slammed the [...]

Glorious Days Abound. Getting the potato cannon out was a really good idea. We had been drinking for a couple of hours and had like 15 extra potatoes, and besides it was still too early to go to the bar. The first few hit the fence with a huge bang, frankly I’m surprised they didn’t [...]

big jonny is a in-line-sex-machine.

The Momentum There used to be a time in my life when the moment mattered. Now, nothing is moving. Everything is a steady motionlessness. More stagnant than Dweller’s Pond. Time clicks off seconds, minutes, hours, days, and always my heart is in the same place. There used to be days when I woke up breathless. [...]

here are a couple haikus 1. the whistle tips go whoo-whooooo, thats it and thats all. you need whistle tips. 2. the famous big jon, his shirt is really ugly. maybe he’ll change it?

dont forget about the mustache contest. show up at the pay-n-take monday january 7th 2008 at 7pm freshly shorn. there will be a 5 dollar entry fee, the winner gets it all. and remember your glorious mustache will own shit.

Dealers of Death They all circled one big round table. The anticipation was alive in the spittle on their lips. No one was talking or looking at anyone else. The fish was so fresh you could smell the salt. When the server brought that huge platter of rolls hands and eyes tore through the empty [...]