The is an intriguing essay on my personal history with this enigmatic and deadly substance. The piece gives a hint at why the stuff is so good, so bad, and so difficult to get rid of. It starts at a Boy Scout meeting in my childhood church basement and ends…
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My life has been an unending and conflicting struggle to find my place and, at the same time, to keep from getting stuck. For many years, I thought that my discomfort at one job or another, or in one relationship or another, came from a deep flaw, something seriously wrong.…
One CommentIn the fifth grade, I told Mrs. Worth to go to hell. It was the Christ the King fifth grade class picnic. I’d just smoked up a bunch of weed with Todd Aaron in the john at the Sunnyside Park swimming pool. It was the first time for me and…
Leave a CommentFinally, after a long winter’s tail end, spring has arrived. The redbuds and apples and lilacs have bloomed and the grapes are pushing so quickly you can watch them grow. Already the yard needs a good shave. As a gardener or keeper of lawn, I tend toward the squalor of…
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