Huh?
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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Teenage Scofflaw Calls the Cops
At the tender (ha!) age of 16 I bought a car. I’d already had a few albeit low-wage jobs by this time. Since I was still living at home I could easily save cash, though this was no luxury vehicle. I paid $350 for it. I was probably robbed, but it was my wondrous cerulean
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Once Upon a Boneyard…
Cemeteries have always been my favorite parks. Especially the older ones with lots of large trees. They’re more peaceful than those other parks with living people in them. Reading headstones can be both intriguing & amusing. Then there’s the bittersweet melancholy-by-proxy thing when encountering a particularly poignant stone, like that of a child. Plus I’d
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The Walking [on the] Dead
Drug users of all stripes are familiar with using code words or phrases. Not sure if it’s the clandestine nature of the life, a penchant for nicknames, or personal slang terms & inside jokes. In my previous incarnation as a criminal mastermind druggie I was not immune to the silly little thrills of taking an
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I Was a Child Precog
There’s OCD & hoarders aplenty in my large fam. Therefore outrage that many times in my life I’ve up & sold my possessions. The nerve! Some were especially flabbergasted when I sold a ‘family heirloom’ to raise funds to travel across Europe after quitting my job. This was no true antique, merely a dark-stained wood
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Definitely No Queer Eye for the Straight Guy
In the early 2000s it was decided I would try online dating. The women I was matched with were considerably younger than me. I wondered why this was. Then it hit me: I was an artist, writer, quasi-musician, with a day job that might as well have been called ‘marginally employed.’ I fit a slacker
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