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brothers, part 33

Hi, Rick. You don’t remember me, but I’m your brother Gary. We used to share an old blue Chevy and an 8-track of the “Easy Rider” soundtrack, back when MP3s sounded suspiciously like a military term and Chevrolet still made … Continue reading

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brothers, part 27

All you savers of Whole Earth catalogs Kings of the prairie dogs Success is survival We’ll all tough it out Yes, we’ll all tough it out. — the prophet michael murphey (no martin) — I keep pondering how to describe … Continue reading

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brothers, part 25

If you’re a zipper, you don’t want to be around Rick these days. Fidgeting is an occupational hazard with dementia, a way of coping with the constant anxiety. For Rick, that means no zipper goes unpunished. He is a zipperholic, … Continue reading

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you can never have too much sky

the quote floats around in my head like a wayward balloon stuck in a tree at the mad dog playground. you can never have too much sky. It’s from a sandra cisneros story, or possible a mike tyson tattoo. i think it’s … Continue reading

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brothers, part 23

“I’m glad you’re here!” I was caught off guard as i walked back into the house after phoning Mo from the porch. He had been eating breakfast, saw me through the window, and came walking around to the door. I’m … Continue reading

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