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The Hand That Doesn't Feed Me. March 17, 2010. For me, death is still something that happens to other people. That doesn’t mean I tempt death or live on the edge or anything. I surely think I can die, I just haven’t become overly concerned with my own mortality yet. But when I say death happens to other people, I’m not talking about earthquake victims. Mostly, I’m talking about this overriding fear that I have all the time that someone close to me is going to die. Still, I sat. And I drank. And d...She h...
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The Hand That Doesn't Feed Me. Is a Chicago-based playwright and Neo-Futurist. Alumnus (1999-2005). He writes and reads stories on stage and contributes material weekly to the radio show (and podcast) Insects and Robots. On CJLY Kootenay Co-op Radio in Nelson, B.C. Bayiates was the astrology columnist for Time Out Chicago Magazine. Leave a Comment ». Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Death | The Hand That Doesn't Feed Me
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The Hand That Doesn't Feed Me. Death March 17, 2010. For me, death is still something that happens to other people. That doesn’t mean I tempt death or live on the edge or anything. I surely think I can die, I just haven’t become overly concerned with my own mortality yet. But when I say death happens to other people, I’m not talking about earthquake victims. Mostly, I’m talking about this overriding fear that I have all the time that someone close to me is going to die. Still, I sat. And I drank....She h...
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Ambition | The Hand That Doesn't Feed Me
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The Hand That Doesn't Feed Me. Ambition March 14, 2010. There was a time when I wanted to be famous. Another time when I wanted to be rich. A time when I walked out of a psychic’s apartment convinced I’d be both someday. Instead, it became a desire, at some point, to simply do what I love for a living. Then that changed into having more time to do what I love. All the while I strove to have the things I grew up with. Wife. House. Family. And when I was a kid I looked on this prospect as death. And as the...