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A woman commented to me this week that her Christmas was not all that she had expected.
I keep this picture on my phone, I’ve had it for years.
I showed her this image and said, ”You shit in cleaner water than this child will ever drink. Merry Christmas.”
“Lobbzilla, when we finish this bottle I’m going to kick your ass just for fun. Stomp you so bad your mama ain’t gonna know you, just because you is such an ugly, white motherfucker.”
-Hector Luis Barrara. [Read more…] about Merry Christmas, my brother
The realization that all of your actions speak louder than your dreams and desires.
A shaky personal code that says you never strike a woman and you are good to children and old people and animals.
A time in your life where you could not eat meat of any kind, for moral reasons. [Read more…] about He wanted none of it…
She read a poem from a man who had been sober twenty- two years and then relapsed. He had completely fallen apart. The poem she read was one of the last things he wrote, before his fall:
Twenty-two years since my last drink, last handful of pills
Twenty-two years since the night I first saw that red-eyed, red-faced, puking demon. [Read more…] about The Face – from The Third Step
Nick called me up on a Friday night and said he needed a ride to Newburgh Toyota Saturday morning.
A little confused, I asked, “What car do you have at Newburgh Toyota?”
He said, “I got no car there. They have free donuts and coffee and papers and TV. You just walk in and sit down like you belong there. Nobody says a word. What are they going to do, throw us out? Me and Frankie Boy were there this morning. Good coffee!” [Read more…] about The Ace
