My Road to Redemption is Littered with Empties.
We’re not stopping until Seligman There was hot death blowing through the windows. Before us a black ribbon of asphalt unrolled to a horizon dancing hula in the heat waves. Every party has to come to...
View ArticleCrazy From The Heat
A cool oasis from the urban heat. I sat at the bar and listened to Rooney tell us about how he used his crutch to beat down a guy outside of the O.T.B. on Liberty Avenue. He had recently fractured...
View ArticleIf You Don’t Die for Long Enough, You Turn Fifty.
I am The Birthday King, I can do anything! This wasn’t supposed to happen. Car accident, gun mishap, alcohol poisoning, angry pimp, scorned psycho, jail stabbing, suicide, lethal D.T.s, drug overdose,...
View ArticleMardi Gras Death Trip ’89, Part 1
Taking the Greyhound anywhere sucks, but taking it back from anywhere sucks even more. Especially from Mardi Gras. One minute, I was sharing a hotel room with five University of Michigan co-eds at...
View ArticleMardi Gras Death Trip ’89 Part 2
There was a small room attached to the back of the Greyhound, where a beautiful Asian woman wearing red silk pajamas had set up a massage table. The room was dimly lit by candles, sandalwood incense...
View ArticleI’m A Rich Bastard Now.
. I won’t be writing this bullshit blog anymore. Why? Because I don’t need to. I don’t need you. I don’t even need me. I’m rich now. All of a sudden. Filthy, dirty, stinking, obscenely rich. I...
View ArticlePot And Ponchos
Is that a real poncho, or a Sears poncho? Going through old photos the other day and came across this gem. Ah, the poncho. Difficult piece of clothing to pull off. Women should never wear them, and...
View ArticleYou Can Never Go Home, If You’re Lost, Que No?
Okay, now what? They say you can’t, but I’m going home. Back to Santa Fe, the place of my rebirth, death, rebirth, death, and rebirth. Those are special places. Places where a lot of shit went down....
View ArticleFear of Erica Jong
It’s nothing a drink will help. As the plane approached Albuquerque, it started to buck and roll with turbulence. It was the kind where the pilot tells the flight attendants to take their seats....
View ArticleTaking The Arsenic Cure At Ojo Caliente
Good for what ails you. I have a sharp pain in my upper back. Almost a month now. Feels like a prehistoric lobster clawing into my shoulder blade. I checked in the bathroom mirror and didn’t find...
View ArticleTrain I Ride
The Last Pale Light in the West. I looked out from the window. Watched the passing shacks, sheds, shanties, and week-end torture cabins that dot our great Northwest. Haunted houses. Suicide barns....
View ArticlePunked-Out Punk: Part Three
Oh thank God, they’re “American-owned” I pulled into the motel parking lot carefully listening for the crunch of syringes and crack vials. Didn’t hear any. They must sweep the place. Classy joint...
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