The building is our civilization. A fire is consuming the building, at a pace of such slow and corrosive nature as to not make us think ‘fire’. The fire is our addiction to fossil fuels. It is going to destroy our home Continue reading “You need to work on your ‘soft sell’”
I’m not sure, but this photo just might be our own dear Pineapple. Some call him Malibu, but he, of course, prefers Pineapple. With his Continue reading Where art thou, Pineapple?
Got home at a good time. Not too early in the afternoon, but not too late either. Played with my daughters. Dinner was a bowl Continue reading The helmet, the shoes, and the bike.
Its that simple. Life is what you make of it. If you want to bitch and complain about shit then do it. Dont expect anyone Continue reading It is what you make of it.
I promise people: The next posting I make will be poetic and positive. But for now, I’m opening the door of my hurt locker to Continue reading Where is the puke jet sound? I’m north of you.
Some fucking asshole decided to sabotage the bike path by sprinkling a lot of broken glass in little piles for 30 feet, all over the Continue reading Fuckface: If this was your objective, you got what you wanted.
There was a time when I lived where the only written words in my life were few, and they came from my soul, and they Continue reading Lamenting this bookish reprieve
Photo is of yours truly at the 2004 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo. I raced solo-single speed that year. I got sixth. Someone handed Continue reading I too, was once young and fit.
Again I pushed back the lonely march through case law for a chance to get outside and, well, exercise a bit. All this desk work Continue reading The books can wait, redux
Flock together, or so the saying goes… Ricco’s babymomma tests positive for CERA. Shit, that’s soooo 2008! What, was there some juice leftover from ’08 Continue reading Birds of a Feather…
We’ve all heard about the recent ugliness out of Miami. But, did you know guy is a freaking pop star? An up-and-coming Miami pop singer Continue reading Carlos Bertonatti: pop star, shit bag
I had a drug dream last night. I was so relieved when I woke up at 2am and realized it was a dream. Fucking sucks Continue reading Drug dreams