In the back of a bus headed to New York City. We lived in Schenectady, upstate. We were part of the Cadet League basketball league. Rob Roberts was the Y guy we loved and hated. We loved him because we…
View writingThe signs read: “You break it, you buy it” There were a lot of old china and teacups, some showed scars where they had already been broken, repaired and, ostensibly, bought. I’d seen other antique stores on other main drags…
View writingI love the way the rain leaves a gloss of water on the back deck that reflects the trees and clouds like chrome. I love the air after a shower that purifies it of dust and leaves an aura of…
View writingBreak anything I want? How about Donald Trumps legs? Just joking….(not really)….. There are many other body parts of his I would like to break, but I want to keep this prompt response a little on the decent side…..and this…
View writingwhen the world wouldn't sleep Why are we not more amazed? We can pick up our feet again. Our feet hold the weight of living. We don’t thank our feet and toes enough for all they carry and hold. Why…
View writingI yelled at a very nice customer service agent in the Philippines. Fuck Chase. Break it. Break it down. Why am I obsessing about this itinerary? Like there's only one way to do it. I'm breaking with my family with…
View writingVisek stared up at the mecha suit. Polished surfaces reflected the glare of arc lamps. Every hard edge threatened violence. Each rivet promised to hold on as long as possible under a barrage of blows. An oversized rabbit wielding a…
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