The first time I drank gin I was in a whore house in Wells, Nevada. But the first time I was in a whore house in Wells, Nevada I drank white Russians. If you need the back story, the first time was during the great truck break down of 1999Continue Reading

I cannot quote the source, and I cannot even remember where I read it. It seems it was a news article I read on the internet about a year back. This time last year I worked part-time, and I do mean part-time, as an adjunct at Community College of Denver.Continue Reading

Some call it ritual. Some call it compulsion. I call it a schedule. I wake up. I pee. I start the coffee. Then I start writing. This happens everyday and in this exact way. I never stray. Both Janice and Mark have said, or rather, they have both predicted myContinue Reading