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Smuggling Moon Pies: come ye back...
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Saturday, September 28, 2013. His decline into what would be his final hours began earlier this week. The hospice nurse kept my mother posted on the process. Morphine was increased to every three hours, then hourly in the last day. He was sleeping and, as she was constantly assured, "in no pain". She assured me of this state of bliss every day. He is peaceful,. I suppose that is how obituaries are supposed to begin, thus the prequel : he is peaceful. As opposed to what? A violent fight to the end? He was...
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Smuggling Moon Pies: April 2012
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Sunday, April 22, 2012. You want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. I haven't fallen asleep before 2AM for the last few nights, when the job offer came and I began to put one foot in front of the other towards this overdue fresh start. My little place is pretty. My little place is in a big complex. BIG. The middle of May is a good time to leap into an entirely different universe, right? Oh wow. here I go. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The truth doesn't always rhyme ".
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Smuggling Moon Pies: June 2012
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Sunday, June 10, 2012. Up Sunshine Canyon. down Four Mile. Gold Hill takes one back about a hundred years. I went back a few decades today. I sat on a blanket in the side yard of the inn, cradled a cold beer and bowl of green chili in my lap, and heard old time music played by some of my new time heroes. No wrong turns. no misfortune. . no worries. Bottled up happy perhaps. Stocking up is good. Links to this post. Friday, June 8, 2012. Brings in a Cessna for the last landing of the night. Amazing Music B...
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Smuggling Moon Pies: May 2012
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012. Now I remember what a traffic jam looks like. I clocked 30 minutes at 0 miles per hour coming home tonight. Do the math. When there is a steady rain on the front range, everyone drives like they are on the way to a dentist appointment at the bottom of a syrup can. I tried to beat the system and took a route I was sure would exempt me from the madness. I ended up lost and out of my way another 15 miles in pouring rain. She's full of shit. Wait I'm talking to a microchip in my car.
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Smuggling Moon Pies: February 2012
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Wednesday, February 8, 2012. This is not my stop. I met Luke Reynolds a few years ago, through someone who'll remain nameless, as it is too painful to type the letters now. I'm still in disbelief and grief over the news about our mutual friend. I stare at the reports waiting for them to be untrue. The first song is sing-along recognizable. We have to hold on to the good things, and stay on track. Like the train to where we are supposed to be. 7 Train Happening - Luke Reynolds. From The 78 Project.
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Smuggling Moon Pies: July 2014
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Sunday, July 27, 2014. I could get a massage and facial at a spa. A nap would still be the result. August. Week one. This random landmark that seems to have gathered so many significant memories. I have to wonder if there is some bullshit lunar pull on me, or if I just turn stupid one week per year. Last year, was an exception. I trained it to Chicago with my sister and was proposed to by strangers of Italian heritage while i ate tapas and danced to 80's cover bands. As I make a ritual of attending this ...
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Smuggling Moon Pies: January 2012
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Wednesday, January 18, 2012. I started a six-week writing workshop today. I’m going to get my ass kicked. If I don’t resurface by early March. Someone come and get me. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The truth doesn't always rhyme ". Colorado, United States. View my complete profile. Amazing Music Blog.seriously. Lynda Barry: comic relief and a writer's fairy godmother. Mike Doughty: dude of Brooklyn you will like. Orton Family Foundation - celebrating community.
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Smuggling Moon Pies: August 2013
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013. With no particular place to go. I hope this happens. I miss working where flip-flops are not considered an acceptable form of shoe. My father is dying and I self-medicate by going to Chicago for the weekend. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The truth doesn't always rhyme ". Colorado, United States. View my complete profile. Amazing Music Blog.seriously. Lynda Barry: comic relief and a writer's fairy godmother. Mike Doughty: dude of Brooklyn you will like.
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Smuggling Moon Pies: May 2013
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Monday, May 20, 2013. I have not been able to write for almost a year now. I tried blaming it on a move to a place that is not home, but has the potential to be so if I can just toss some shit out of the way and settle. I can blame it on depression from the same move; the kind of depression that disguises itself as just numb; not sad, not fetal-position all day in bed, not medication-worthy. I learned that I love fiction but have no desire to write it. I just needed a year to recover. Links to this post.
