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i just wanted to drive around

Posted on May 5, 2019 by

I came back to the small town where the dreams came from way out here — Daniel Makins — I’m not a big believer in magic chickens. But maybe. The tale began with an email from Niece the Elder telling … Continue reading →

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the longest mile (ok, three-tenths)

Posted on May 5, 2019 by

It’s an almost unfathomable distance, but it’s too late to back out now. We’re at the start line of the San Angelo Clubhouse 0.5K. Yes, that’s right. Half a kilometer. For those who don’t speak metric, that’s 0.311 miles, a … Continue reading →

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the shirt

Posted on May 3, 2019 by

It’s in the back of his closet, quietly waiting for the next revolution. it first appeared back in the early ‘70s. rick was a bit of a rebel back then. the vietnam war was winding down, but a political divide … Continue reading →

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foam rubber, usa

Posted on April 20, 2019 by

Watch out you might get what you’re after Boom babies strange but not a stranger I’m an ordinary guy — the prophet byrne They are dressed in their Sunday finest, assuming you’re consuming acid on Sunday when you choose your … Continue reading →

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life is funny, part 384

Posted on April 19, 2019 by

It was a pretty great love story. OK, the movie was already well underway by the time I got there. The popcorn line was long, and it took me a long time to find the right person to go to … Continue reading →

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down in the cellar in the Boho zone

Posted on April 12, 2019 by

He wanders up and pulls a drum out of the bag. And then, his life begins again. He’s an old guy. Has his own fold-up stool, the sure sign of a drum circle veteran. He joins maybe 10 or 12 … Continue reading →

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life with an artist, part 18

Posted on April 6, 2019 by

“I NEED TWENTY BUCKS!!!” I’m standing on the sidewalk outside a row of semi-legit art galleries on First Friday when the woman walks up to me. Normally in these situations I shrug and walk the other way. But she’s very … Continue reading →

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