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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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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