Over-thinking since 1984
This summer, while on the road, we were driving down a two lane highway in the middle of nowhere. Hank is behind the wheel. We come round a bend and see a tractor on the road ahead of us creeping forward at a snail’s pace. The man driving the tractor was old — the kind of…
Being at the ocean reminds me of something I know about myself: I like things that reveal my own mortality. This is no morose proclivity. Rather, being in the presence of savageness reminds me that I am animal, that all I will ever have, I already possess in this flesh and in these bones. Perhaps it’s…
Tonight, Hank and I went to go see Ghostbusters. I wanted to look nice because I’m currently unemployed and spend a lot of time in the clothes I slept in. I pulled a pair of olive green pants out of the hamper because we also don’t have a washer and dryer and things are getting a little dire over here. The…
i’ve lived a thousand lives in here.
i’ve been a thousand people, no one who you’ll ever meet.
i’ve seen a thousand places, beautiful and terrible, ancient and new.
i’ve heard a thousand voices and you’ll never hear them.
A few years ago some of my friends were killed by a mentally ill man with a history of violent crime, who had obtained his guns legally. In the weeks preceding the shooting, his family became worried that something like this might happen, but they were unable to take action. The police chief called…