A while back my kids asked me to tell them something about life in the eighties and I talked about how a couple of my car stereos were stolen. They asked if it made me angry and I said very and and told them about how I got a “pull out car stereo.” “At first… Continue reading Boys & Girl…Friends
The Wrong Kind Of Attention
I had a conversation with my almost 16-year-old son about life the other day. It had all of the elements of a father/son talk, including the one where I shook my head and wondered how my own father didn’t kill me because I recognized the echo of my own words. I told him I would… Continue reading The Wrong Kind Of Attention
83,168 Ways In Which Fear Can Break You
Some might say two shots of single malt and a taste of Vodka provide liquid courage but it is not working for me tonight because I can still feel the monster under the bed. Not literally of course, because he is not next to me but I sense him waiting for me to lower my… Continue reading 83,168 Ways In Which Fear Can Break You
You Can’t Handle The Naked Truth
The hardest part of watching a man be decapitated isn’t watching the blade saw back and forth or the gurgling noise coming from his throat. It is the memories of horror that stay with you long afterwards. That is the gift and the curse of having the kind of imagination that never quits and the… Continue reading You Can’t Handle The Naked Truth