Category Archives: Parenting

Good Thing I Don’t Believe In Freud

It’s raining hard this morning. Supposed to be this way all day. Just as well. Texted my friend last night. Wrote, “My brother’s such a chickenshit.” Then I sent it…to my brother. It was an accident. I walked from the … Continue reading

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Watch “No lover” on YouTube

https://youtu.be/mt3V03_JxR8 My buddy jgturtle and I goofin off on Valentine’s. 

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Mixed Blessing 

Looks like the slow season for live music is gonna be a short one this year.  I’m already getting calls from clubs and restaurants wanting to book me February, March and April.  Solo and band. My band plays house rockin’, … Continue reading

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Go With The Flow

Joey and I are at McDonald’s. School’s out for the day and his basketball practice doesn’t start for another hour so I made use of a buy one get one free coupon and brought two fish sandwiches to our table.  … Continue reading

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I’m Already Working On The Soundtrack 

Joey said, “Mr. S is going to text you about city league practice. He said he’d make me do twenty push ups if I didn’t show up.” I asked, “How can he make you do anything if you don’t show … Continue reading

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Twelve Feet Tall and Basket Proof

Joey’s on his school’s basketball team. He’s in sixth grade and he’s six feet tall. He asks, “What if I grow a foot for every year I’m in school?” I say, “Then all your hoop dreams will come true.” “Even … Continue reading

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My Good, Good, Very Good Friend

Rose works at the Waffle House. The 10 at night till 7 in the morning shift. 4 shifts a week. For over 20 years. She’s cute. Maybe 5 foot. Black hair matches her eyes. She says, “I’m fat.” But I … Continue reading

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