There are moments when I feel like there ought to be a camera filming my life and that occasionally I ought to turn around and address it, like Ferris did, but with more sarcasm like Deadpool. Fifteen of us are seated at a table and someone starts bitching about the left and talking about how… Continue reading A Lost Shmata
Month: November 2017
Just Another Child Of The 70’s
Morning comes far too soon or maybe the night before ended way too late, I can’t say which is true and which is not. I roll to the right and to the left, slowly trying to work out the kinks in my back and mystery aches in various other body parts. Not that long ago… Continue reading Just Another Child Of The 70’s
Would You Really Punch Santa In His Fat Mouth?
I almost listened to the instructions in that old Ma Bell commercial, ya know the one that says to reach out and touch someone. Phone in hand, I stared at the numbers and almost punched in the magic code that would allow it to ring but at the last moment chose not to. I wasn’t… Continue reading Would You Really Punch Santa In His Fat Mouth?
I Love You More
Memory is obscured by the fog of the reality we want to remember and the things that truly happened. Your 984nd favorite troublemaker stood in a fancy coffee shop staring off into space thinking about next steps, not realizing he was staring in the general direction of a couple whose canoodling was supposed to be… Continue reading I Love You More
