Postcards – 4

If I eat a healthy dinner tonight, it will be the first time in weeks I didn’t go out of my way to eat something eventually fatal and last night I watched a film about the Stanford Prison Experiments. I smoked cigarettes and took a Vicodin before bed. Tonight I want to drink, smoke more…

On My Own Lack of Empathy…Happy Thanksgiving!

I’ve known for a long time I don’t contain the natural empathy or feeling of the average person. This could be how it’s always been. This could also be (in part) desensitization from a career in social work…twenty years of witnessed experiences and darker narratives: – Doing paperwork in a crisis house when a woman…

The winds of change…

Hello again… Some of you out there are aware the moving days are upon me…just completed one move, literally down the street which helped pave the way for the big move, five weeks from today to New Orleans San Francisco. Originally, I wanted it to be New Orleans, but alas…you got yourself one fucked up…

Romney: I like being able to fire people…

Mitt Romney, the presidential candidate one pundit described as the candidate who most looks like the guy who laid you off during the recession had this to say in New Hampshire today: “I like being able to fire people who provide services to me.” Granted, the line was taken out of context as he was…

In here is more important than out there…

Internals and externals… Why do I do what I do? Why do I write the things I do on the internet? For what purpose? Do I believe that by writing all the things I’ve written over the past year or so about British Petroleum, Ken Feinberg, the GOP, Barack Obama and whatever else will create…

New Years Day…

Back…at…it… “Willing To Fight” The windows of my soul are made of one way glass don’t bother looking into my eyes if there’s something you want to know, just ask I got a dead bolt stroll, where I’m going is clear I won’t wait for you to wonder, I’ll just tell you why I’m here…

I’m working on it…

So, been away for a little while…well, more than a little while… I feel like I’ve been away for six weeks or so, even though I’ve written a number of things up here during that time…guess one could say I felt like I was running out of things to say, or maybe trying too hard…