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Welcome to the inside of my mind. Sorry for the clutter. While in the realm of nonfiction, let me just say memory is a lousy filer. To the best of my recollections the following actually happened. Hopefully none of it will hold up in court, being hearsay from an unreliable witness.
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Sea Monkey
[Tale of the All Weather Infrared Camera] The idea was to provide a deterrent. Didn’t have to be believable upon closer scrutiny. But it had to be waterproof to be outside. It would be accompanied by a sign to alert of its presence. I swore I read the fine print, but I ordered it online.…
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Fear & Loathing on the Road to San Francisco
A recent article says fertility rates are down in ‘developed countries.’ My quote marks, because that’s just a euphemism for greedy nations. Even if one of those countries is China, supposedly communist. I’ve yet to believe the true spirit of communism has ever been achieved. Those regimes never accomplish a “dictatorship of the proletariat.” They…
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Howl for the Banned
There are some riled up folk putting stories under attack. Those fearful of ideas, with their twisty troll logic, only draw more attention to the very stories they’re trying to ban. More effective than glowing reviews! If a book’s been forbidden, that is the book I seek. But then I don’t outsource my thinking. I…
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The Art of the Sleep
Somewhere around the 4th decade, slumber & I became estranged. Up until then I was sleep’s patsy. I took after my father, a man who could drift off despite the quarts of coffee he downed. Just shy of narcolepsy, he & I were known to fall asleep if sitting still. On long drives to campgrounds,…
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Curiouser & Curiouser
Curiosity was what spurred me to commit certain illegal acts of my youth, for which I am unrepentant. Sure there might be a different hobby I could’ve taken up, but mine was essentially harmless snooping. Except that time when a friend & I graffitied the top several floors of the Westin hotel stairwells with anarchist…
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Do Androgynes Dream of Electrocuting Creeps?
The Leed’s Apartments got a facelift. It was still the same crappy roach-infested old building as before, just with a shmancy new awning over the entrance, stating the new name: Chateau Margeaux. This was my sister Du’s first apartment after she moved out of her boyfriend’s place. Also, it was where I came to visit…&…
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