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Month: July 2018

The chasm between brothers

My brother came to town and stayed with us for eight or nine days. We have never been close. When my parents moved out of Kansas City in 1983, I moved into my own apartment. He left and spent four years in the Coast Guard. Our lives rarely intersected. When…

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Financial headwinds hit the Dobson house

Finances. The subject escapes me most days. I have money in my pocket or I don’t. When I don’t, I use the ATM and draw $100 out of my checking account. I use this for ancillary items like coffee, tobacco, the odd pastry I get at school, and pop from…

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I’m not special

I’m discouraged and scared. The state I find myself now in comes after numerous attempts in putting myself out there, in the public, and receiving little or no affirmation of my efforts. I’ve begun to wonder what the effort is for, what’s in it for me, where is this taking…

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Weed dreaming

I had a weed dream the other night. It was a strange flight in the inner-sleep experience. I have only ever smoked marijuana six or eight times in my life and not once in over 30 years. I was a drunk, plain and simple. Other kinds of intoxication interested me…

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The “Fuck You” Fourth of July

I’ve had it with the Fourth of July. It’s a complaint I imagine millions make. The fireworks and the hassle surrounding the fireworks and the simple stress of family was enough to make me want to find a rope and a rafter; or just walk away from all of them…

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