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just another day of bursting into flames

“Carl didn’t want to hear any of that, so we just rode in silence the rest of the way, the radio playing easy-listening music that made me want to slip into a hot bath and dream about killing everyone I … Continue reading

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at least i’m enjoying the ride

A homeless guy is sitting on a picnic table at around the 1 mile point of the gumbo loop. He’s watching a group of frisbee golf players as they size up the course. They’re youngish, deadheads had they been born … Continue reading

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we rolled right past that tragedy

No regrets, Coyote We just come from such different sets of circumstances. — the prophet joni — Mo and I are sitting in the car at the bird loop when it comes sauntering past. The local coyote. I suppose having … Continue reading

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life is funny, part 386

“There ain’t no answer. There ain’t gonna be any answer. There never has been an answer. There’s your answer.” — Gertrude Stein — Running past a memorial service 18 times, I have a lot of questions. Who was Bob? What … Continue reading

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mister pants, part 23

In the dark times will there also be singing? Yes, there also will be singing. About the dark times. — Bertolt Brecht Sunshine and disinfectant. It all sounded so simple. Mister Pants had read about Salazar’s advice with skepticism. The … Continue reading

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just another morning conversation, part 78

Me: They want me to pay $200 for that race. Mo: I will put on a race for you for $150. Me: T-shirt? Mo: Included in entry fee. Me: I’m in. I think people get married partly because it’s more … Continue reading

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the day i didn’t sign up for a race. a photo essay.

And that was the day I didn’t sign up for a race. The end.

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