The worst drunk dreams usually come in the middle of the night. They creep into my sleep, giving no warning. Nothing during the previous day or any dreams or waking that night presage the horror. Without cause, they pester my me, get into my deepest sensibilities. They are so real…
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Amaan runs the gas station and convenience store on 12th Street. Every day, working people in trucks from the surrounding industrial area use Amaan’s pumps to fill their tanks. Diesel, regular, premium. When I was working for an ornamental and structural construction firm in the bottoms, we pulled the trucks…
Leave a CommentRichard Brautigan took his typewriter with him in 1962 when he went camping in Idaho with his wife. The dark and rain fell across the long folds of the mountains that lie like an Indian blanket, eternally quiet and laden with ghosts. It’s was a good place to take a…
5 CommentsThere was a reason Jennifer, once of Jenny’s Barnyard Adventure, sat in the back of my head for so long before she became an airline pilot. She sat there with a kid named Louis and a boy who used to play Cub Scout baseball on a team our pack faced…
Leave a CommentBefore Trout was a murky and mean time. It was a time of fishing for catfish in a minuscule and crowded pond, where Lenny and I didn’t really need rods and bait; we could have reached in and noodled the fish we wanted. The only trick (and possibly the only…
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