Category Archives: Money

The Friendly Ghost Of Christmas Past.

Last night, driving home from our show at the Biker’s Stage, we passed an enitre block of houses lit up for Christmas. Red, green and white lights. Some beaming steady while others blinked on and off. I said to Will, … Continue reading

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“I’m a two-fisted Santa”

“I’m a two-fisted Santa” @JosephJohnFull4 https://medium.com/@joefingas/im-a-two-fisted-santa-f163d5ddb0aa

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“How Bout It”

“How Bout It” @JosephJohnFull4 https://medium.com/@joefingas/how-bout-it-cfe56d9da35d

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Not Yet

Sometimes I forget I’m a lucky man. Forty  Years ago, I was closing in on The last days of my life. I can’t say I Prayed for death coz I had long since  Stopped all form of prayer but, I … Continue reading

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Hey, Joe, tell Rover to Move Over

I am enjoying the change in temperature today.  Fifteen degrees cooler than Sunday.  I was able to set up my gear without one drop of sweat forming on my brow. My PA sounded crisp as I played a tribute to … Continue reading

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I’m Gettin’ There

It’s nice to have a room again.  A room that stays relatively comfortable during unbearably hot days.  A room I can walk into middle of the day and stretch out on the bed.  Two electric fans: one from the ceiling … Continue reading

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Besides, He’s No Crazy Chester

I moved in with my brother.  I was officially homeless seven months.  I’m not counting the two months I basically lived in my car and paid Chester rent coz my stuff was still in my room at the house he … Continue reading

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