Realizing I have been quiet here, wanted to let you know you can now catch me waxing philosophical about Star Wars on the Dork Side of the Force website as a contributor! Of course when given a chance to talk about Star Wars, I decide to open with an article about the Star Wars Holiday Special…because why WOULDN’T you? Please go give it a look!


It’s 1982; I am 10, and my brother is going on a trip and my folks are going to watch his daughters for him. To help keep them occupied, he loans us this magical new device called a “Video Cassette Recorder.” We knew VCRs existed, but here was this magical device that allowed you to watch and rewatch movies. We didn’t even have cable at the time. The only problem was the movies he lent us for that week were kids’ movies. Luckily, my dad knew an unsavory character.The neighbor down the street was not just the type of bastard who raised Pitt Bulls as fighting dogs, he was also a movie bootlegger. My dad, risking reputation, went down to “Rick’s” house and came back having borrowed about a dozen little brown rectangles, all of which contained an actual movie. My parents set out to watch as many as they could. We were poor. And by “poor” I mean we lived in a one bedroom trailer in Southern Arizona and I slept on the couch. So, one morning my dad gets up to watch a movie early while my nieces were still asleep in sleeping bags on the floor, and I wake up and lay there on the couch while he sits in his self-built plywood, throne-like leisure chair to watch “A Boy and His Dog,” starring Don Johnson (Miami Vice had not happened yet) and Suzanne Benton. …


The Table

(Story contains adult language, themes, and discussion of self-harm; reader discretion advised.)

Al would have hated his funeral. No, seriously, if there was anything Al Morrison hated while we were stationed and deployed together, it was being called “hero.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he’d said once when we’d gotten back from a mission. We were in the motor pool, ‘dash ten’ manuals open to appease the Sergeant, though we could have done post-ops checks on our vehicles by pure muscle memory at that point. …

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