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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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Death Becomes Me
I’ve always felt I would make a good corpse. Not in a ‘want to be displayed’ way. That’s ooky. Don’t get me wrong. This existence is rife with poignantly stunning marvels that fill me with awe. I’m not eager to leave, just curious about eternal rest. If the saying ‘You can’t take it with you’
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The Case of Whose Gun
Anton Chekhov said about penning plays “If in the 1st act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired.” A rule known as ‘Chekhov’s Gun’. I’m no playwright. Haven’t read plays in years. No reason other than I don’t do a lot of things I used
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Stories We Tell Strangers
Prior to this interwebs era people wandered around with TMI they were aching to impart. Total strangers had more of a filter in person, but they still lacked the ‘know your audience’ creed. Many would zero in on the person sans Walkman headphones. Those music listeners missed out, I think. Not being otherwise engaged, I
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You’ve Been Spell-Checked!
In 1984 the movie Stranger Than Paradise was released, & I became a newly-minted Jim Jarmusch follower. Most of his films I’ve only seen once or twice, but was instantly drawn to his quirky-flat quality of storytelling. That first movie introduced me to someone else as well. A song was played that at first I
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Bump Start
My sister Du had ‘catch & release’ boyfriends who later became pals of mine. As if I sorted through her discard pile for chums, too introverted to find friends of my own. 2nd-hand friends are cheaper energy-wise. Plus they’ve already been vetted. They only needed to appreciate gallows humor. One of her exes & I
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Who’s Scary Now?
’79 was not the Summer of Love for queers in Seattle, though it was the summer I spent tripping most of the time. I’m not sure if it was this or my physical stature that made many of my friends feel protective of me. I only know they needn’t have bothered. I’ve been uncannily fortunate.
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