This statue is on Broadway in downtown Nashville, where I was today. He used to have a guitar; now he just has broken fingers and an opened right fist that resembles planned masturbation. What I want to know is this: who is the sorry sack o’ shit who ripped off […]
(above picture is a picture of a picture for which I wouldn’t spend $20 to purchase, because I am the cheapest of persons who know who their fathers are) I awoke this morning, ate, and decided to check out the U. of Wisconsin arboretum, because, like Ric Flair, I dig […]
I have to confess a prejudice: for the last 20 years, I’ve been harboring a resentment for Wisconsin, because of a kid named David Simon; he was the guy Julie Scott broke up with me to “go with” a few weeks after the conclusion of the 6th grade. David frequently […]
For some reason, a group of educated and fairly sophisticated individuals have decided they want to listen to me for several hours tomorrow, so I’ve flown up to Milwaukee, WI and then drove 3hrs north to what appears to be Nowhere, Dairyville. I could’ve flown into a location closer to […]
As I ran my gentle hands along your imposing curves today, applying soap, water, and a chamois to your body, I remembered how far we’ve come together the last 4.5 years, and I remembered the promises we made to one another during our courtship in March 2004. And, I’m sorry. […]
