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Fair Exchange

Fair Exchange The handyman came when he said he’d come. He came and painted the main bedroom. Half way through the work, she offered him a cold soft drink. He accepted, thanking her. As he worked, she asked him about his other jobs. She asked him about his wife and children and where they lived […]

Steady Diet of Hope

Steady Diet of Hope Offering the benefit of doubt, I try to reconcile your lack of common decency with some form of decency. Giving you the benefit of doubt, I play fast and loose with what common decency might be. Maybe there’s something about decency I don’t understand. I’m neither Jesus nor Aristotle, after all. […]

8 miles

8 Miles I’d listened to his bullshit for over an hour. The dumbest, dullest, most boring bullshit that only an equally boring dullard might take any pleasure in. Listening to a branch creak in the wind, a root spread or a pipe drip would have been a better way to spend the hour. The same […]

Cursed

Cursed The old man said he didn’t want to go to the thrift store anymore. When I took him out to eat, we’d always passed the Goodwill. Whenever we passed, he’d always said, “Sometime I’d like to go to that Goodwill. I like going around and looking at all the things.” I’d noted the Chinese […]

Starts

Starts My mother rarely calls or messages. I call or message my mother even less than she calls or messages me. About the only time I call or message or go see her is for a birthday, holiday or when one of the carnival games of her illnesses and injuries – some real, some feigned […]

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A Cynic’s Shit Colored Glasses (Sorry, Buk)

When I was young and more naive than now, Bukowski really resonated. And sometimes now he still does. They say … Continue reading A Cynic’s Shit Colored Glasses (Sorry, Buk)

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