April 12th, 2017 § permalink
A neighborhood where you used to live is a gloomy night walk.
It can be fun in day, with popping in old haunts and sitting in parks and on benches where you whiled away those heady, halcyon days of yore when dreams seemed like promises made by an ever-expanding future. Ah, youth! Ah, those days of… like two years ago.
Maybe three. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 7th, 2016 § permalink
Voting is like improv comedy: The fact you’re unprepared is only amusing to you.
For the rest of us, those who take more than one stab at existence and who tire of any activity with a cover and two-drink minimum to watch state school theater majors laugh harder at their own jokes than the audience ever will, we like to be a little more prepared.
So in the vein of my Bare Minimum Voting Guide from the primary, a six-step plan that will get you voting like a champ in no time. * » Read the rest of this entry «
July 29th, 2016 § permalink
The Occult Bookstore has math on the door. » Read the rest of this entry «
July 8th, 2015 § permalink
500. Half a thou. D, to the ancient Romans. As close to the halfway point of the project as an odd-numbered goal allows.
So what should I write this milestone story about?
I decided to toss that question to the folks who made up the first 499, asking the people who got me this far how I should kick off the second half. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 28th, 2014 § permalink
In 2009, I was driving by Cermak and Ogden and saw a license plate that said GOLDIGR. It was on a Dodge Neon.
Someone’s not doing their job. » Read the rest of this entry «
October 15th, 2014 § permalink
A page at night is a terrible thing. A vile, grasping, chalk-white monster claiming your sleep, time and sense of confidence. » Read the rest of this entry «
September 17th, 2014 § permalink
He isn’t screaming anymore.
He’s not yelling “Fuck! FUCK!” like he was a few minutes back. He isn’t weeping into a phone, shouting through tears “I want to kill myself. I want to commit suicide.”
The man in my front yard isn’t screaming anymore. He’s no longer yelling about Sarah. » Read the rest of this entry «
September 3rd, 2014 § permalink
I’m writing this about 10 hours before you’ll see this. It’s 8 p.m. Sept. 2, 2014.
Ten years ago tonight, my friends and I went out to get smashed at the Billy Goat. We did that a lot, in retrospect.
My out-of-town girlfriend was in town. We started to fight. We did that a lot too, in retrospect. » Read the rest of this entry «
August 27th, 2014 § permalink
This isn’t really a letter to my nephew. It’s going to have swear words in it and a section on what some women find sexy – neither are really pertinent to a 9 year old.
What is pertinent is the amount of writing the fourth grade requires. » Read the rest of this entry «
July 16th, 2014 § permalink
It starts like this:
A couple. New place. A search for a new corner bar. A Stephen King-ish discovery on the level of a “pet sematary” out back or that you are the caretaker, have always been the caretaker.
“Hey, babe? Google Maps says we’re not in East Ukrainian Village after all.” » Read the rest of this entry «