Even by my own standards of complaining about everything, what’s next is
old-man-shouting-at-the-clouds stuff, but certain clouds must be yelled
at. … [read more]

Waiting
at a downtown bus stop, I got approached to buy drugs. Been a long time
since that’s happened. … [read more]

I barely even glanced at him, only said, “F*ck off and die.” “You … [read more]

If you live in an American city, you can tell who’s homeless at a glance and be right 95% of the time.At Seattle’s grimiest bus stop, a guy had the look, and he was talking to another guy who had the look — clothes that had obviously been worn, worn a lot, since the last time they’d been clean. … [read more]

Here are a few text messages Mom meant to send to someone else, but accidentally sent to me, over the past few weeks:• “Has Nikki decided whether her birthday dinner will be at Olive Garden
or Applebee’s? … [read more]

I’m kinda poor, but mostly just cheap, and life’s been kind to me, so I don’t have much experience needing charity, and even less getting it. … [read more]

There’s a two-track train tunnel downtown, built more than a century ago, and it fascinates me like I’m a little kid.The … [read more]

It was hardly a “movie palace”, but that’s what it was called — the Rose Bud Movie Palace.
It was constructed of plywood and two-by-fours, with no real architecture and no glitzy veneer. … [read more]

It was a poem about death, a dozen or so stanzas built around the idea that I was watching my funeral, observing the reactions and lack of reaction from people who’d known me. … [read more]

Talking to yourself, it’s been said, is another sign of mental Illness, but that’s stupid wisdom. … [read more]