Category Archives: Money

The Gift Of Desperation III

Last night, I accepted full responsibility for the consequences of my financial decisions. Past, present and future. My girl was counting on me for some cash. She was counting on me because I told her she could, I told her … Continue reading

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The Gift Of Desperation II

44 years ago The only thing that mattered was Not Drinking Today. One second. One minute. One hour. One day at a time. No alcohol. No drugs. Every morning, I’d say, “Please, let me stay sober today.” Each night, it … Continue reading

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The Gift Of Desperation

Am I going to have to fall apart And put myself back together in Order to love Again? Yes It’s been a long time, More than a decade, Such a long time. I’d sit and think, “I’ve Used up every … Continue reading

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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

The hunt for money takes up a lot of time. I had a good streak of not having to worry about having enough. I liked it. Having extra. I liked it, a lot. So much it made me forget about … Continue reading

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En El Día De Los Muertos

I will be 70 years old. It’s amazing to me I’m still alive and, for the first time in decades, I’m acting like I have a future. I’m stepping up my music career. I’m chasing a woman. Spending money I … Continue reading

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Looking For A Sign

I don’t want to do what I used to do. But does that mean I do nothing? Give up. Give in and settle? Settle for consolation scraps and say goodbye to happiness? Oh, I have been helped so many times … Continue reading

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Wish Me Luck

I have a ticket to Costa Rica. I am supposed to fly there in one week. I told my friend I had enough money for the trip. That’s not quite true. Not yet. I still have 7, almost 8 days … Continue reading

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Wish Me Luck

It’s Saturday and I’m having trouble standing straight this morning. Well, straight as I ever stand. My upper back has a slight curve. When I was a teenager, other kids called me “Hunch.” It’s most noticeable when I’ve been sitting … Continue reading

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A Good Night

Folks wanted to hear the Blues last night. Yes, with the exception of the two hipsters making their monthly sit down at the bar to drink, smug smile and go on about how I’m “okay” but they prefer “good music,” … Continue reading

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Why I Host The Hump Day, F-Dub Blues Jam Every Week

Last night, at The Blues Jam, the *harp player said, “I told your horn guy to quit pacing the stage and bleating his horn.” I said, “I like the guy. He can do what he wants, with certain exceptions. And … Continue reading

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