I've been thinking about buying a piece. You know what I mean: A rod. A heater. A gat. A roscoe. A nine. No? OK then: a gun, for the love of Mike. A handgun that shoots real bullets. Last gun I owned, I got rid of before leaving Wichita. It wasn’t because I had some Alan Alda moment of zen. It’s just that the safety was broken […]
It’s not about the money.
It always amuses me when the lottery jackpot gets up into nine digits and even outwardly rational people start standing in line at convenience stores. The idea, I guess, is that a normal lotto win — say $40 million — is only for low-lifes. Chicken feed! Barely enough for new rubber on the Subaru and an above-ground pool. And the odds of winning? Forget about it! But […]
No rush to reunite
When I think of my high school years, it’s always with a little embarrassment — or a lot, depending on the memory. I committed a number of heinous acts for which there can be no redemption. I wore my shaggy black hair in the style now associated with Rod Blagojevich. I wore pants pegged so tight they looked like leotards. I was paralyzed by shyness. If I […]
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