When I want to be a kid again I go to the movies and fill up a plastic bag with candy. You know the kind, the stuff you pay for by-the-pound. The options are exhilarating. I lick my lips and… Read More ›
I Remember When
Well, there’s three of you. You’re not exactly Lone.
I remember when we used to call Pirate Radio and request songs to add to our mixed tapes. I particularly liked Paradise City and any other song by Guns and Roses. I also had a bit of a weakness for… Read More ›
It’s My Gift and I Ferment It
It’s been a while. It’s not you, it’s me. Life gets in the way, sometimes. And when your blog is about life, well it is a little confusing. I am confused, are you? Speaking of being confused, the act of… Read More ›
Where it Started
It was always on the corner of Los Angeles Ave and First St, right by Lenny Dykstra’s Car Wash. At least that is how I remember the starting line. We’d crawl up from the back seat and watch the red light, just past my… Read More ›
I Remember When
I remember when… Mrs. Garcia, my fifth grade teacher, would punish me with an order to “write lines.” Whether it was 100, 200, 500, or a thousand lines, and exactly what the script was to say, depended on the severity… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 