Catalytic Narrative

You may have noticed, gentle reader, how many times I refer to having drowned once. You may get the idea that this was some kind of major ev...

Since you know I now write from Buffalo, you must know what I'm talking about when I say "white out." Or maybe I mean that stu...

It's a wonderful life! Let's shoot the moon, hey? (watch out, this one will ramble you to numb, exhausted, worn-out actual reading d...

I now have a new home - it's actually my old apartment, overstuffed with things from my former house. When I used to live here, somehow ...

I fit right in among the blasted working class at JJ's House of Breakfast, where the special just went up from $.99 to $1.55. Where ever...

I'm certain you neither want nor need to hear about this, gentle reader. But there really ought to be a statute of limitations on bodily...

When I drowned; when the canoe filled and then dragged me with it to the bottom in response to me thinking that a slight tug would bring it ...