• No Bad Days

    There are no bad days when you have dogs. Who else happily greets you at the door, Shaking their ass, crying, dancing about? And though I tried hard to trainer her, I can’t even get my wife to do that.

  • Bad Half-Hour

    It’s only a five minute walk to the bar from my house. However, it’s a 35 minute walk when returning to my house from that same bar. Aye, the difference is staggering.

  • The ‘F’ Word

    Remember The next time I say the word Fuck I stutter too Jus’ like that Mother Fucker Samuel L. Jackson But No one Pays me To do it

  • Grind of Night

    Brady rode up Peavine Mountain with the easy cadence of a man who’d spent too many mornings in a saddle. The Mustang ate the uneven slope without complaint; the sky above Reno unrolled itself like an old map. He came upon a trickle of water and beside it, the ghosts of a fire, a ring…

  • Quick question: dropped my toothbrush in the toilet bowl…five-second rule still counts, right?

  • An Ode to Stella: a sonnet

    A long while back, my friend Stella asked if I could write a sonnet. I told her that I didn’t know how to do that, but I would teach myself and try to pen one for her. So, after much trial and a lot of error… My sad Stella, you inspire me to write. How…

  • The Day the Devil Died

    It’s been half-a-century now, fifty-years, since I encountered him or at least something that claimed to be him. Forget Slenderman, for I knew that creature by a different name, an older name, his biblical long before the Internet was a thing. It was a bright blue morning in early August 1969, jus’ passed my younger…

  • Word-o-graphy

    Now that the matter has been officially cleared up, the story can be told: I got in severe trouble after my wording was misunderstood on Facebook. In the post, I wrote: “Going to the mall with my Canon to shoot people.” (The past few days I had been using my new cellphone, experimenting, seeing how…

  • King of the Throne

    “What in the hell was that, Doc?” “It was me.” “Yeah, I know! But why?” “I’m afraid of spiders, Sarge.” “Oh, for chrissakes — gonna have to take your man-card away from you if you keep that shit up!” No longer was I paying attention to unnecessary ass-chewing. Instead my eyes were focused on the…

  • While playing the air drums to Metallica in my truck, I accidentally flipped one of the sticks out the window. Had to switch to Def Leppard.