A sort of life

Volume Three: Rock and Roll Part Three (2015– )

There are 9 stories in Volume Three

  • Find inspiration for your home bar

    September 30, 2016

  • What they said, what they meant

    September 28, 2016

  • A return to a stupid strategy

    May 10, 2016

    I find TBS a compelling companion for a weekend. Olivia Benson, Stabler and the rest. Maybe the Chinese man that brings provisions. These are all things.

  • I really don’t know that guy

    May 9, 2016

    At home is my kitchen piled in the sink. Empty takeout boxes and cartons stacked high. Well balanced. Some teetering. Above the sink are plants that have been thirsty since 2014.

  • Wonky plan contrasts with rivals’ grand ideas

    May 8, 2016

    I'm leaning on the dark corner across the room staring back at me. So far back that my chest plays coaster to a tumbler of scotch. Panama hat pulled low. My palm rests on a beat up cane acquired from some place or other.

  • How to resolve disputes from afar

    November 29, 2015

    And so tomorrow I’ll pull out my pep talk. Share my experience. The resulting wisdom. The stories. The misery. The heartache. And it’s all irrelevant. I can talk, but, the ear is all I have to offer.

  • Not the first choice, but perhaps the right choice

    November 3, 2015

    It's amazing what you can learn about when you ask. Especially from a stranger staring back at you across a margarita and an uneaten appetizer. Stories about the last failed relationship is amateur hour. It's boring. I wanted more.

  • Happiness is such a fickle thing

    May 17, 2015

    And though we've been here before, this time is not at all like before. This time is not depression. I am not depressed. I am not lost.

  • Preface to Volume Three

    May 16, 2015

    This time I'll be more honest. More open. More vulnerable. And I'll start now: I'm still writing for the women that take their clothes off for me.

When I let go of what I am I become what I might be

When I let go of what I am I become what I might be

A mess of hand written pages and bulk mail scattered on the floor of the Floyd Avenue apartment in Richmond, Va. on Sept. 22, 2006.

And I already sound like an idiot speaking my native tongue.

First published September 28, 2016