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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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Stories We Tell Strangers
Prior to this interwebs era people wandered around with TMI they were aching to impart. Total strangers had more of a filter in person, but they still lacked the ‘know your audience’ creed. Many would zero in on the person sans Walkman headphones. Those music listeners missed out, I think. Not being otherwise engaged, I…
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You’ve Been Spell-Checked!
In 1984 the movie Stranger Than Paradise was released, & I became a newly-minted Jim Jarmusch follower. Most of his films I’ve only seen once or twice, but was instantly drawn to his quirky-flat quality of storytelling. That first movie introduced me to someone else as well. A song was played that at first I…
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Bump Start
My sister Du had ‘catch & release’ boyfriends who later became pals of mine. As if I sorted through her discard pile for chums, too introverted to find friends of my own. 2nd-hand friends are cheaper energy-wise. Plus they’ve already been vetted. They only needed to appreciate gallows humor. One of her exes & I…
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Who’s Scary Now?
’79 was not the Summer of Love for queers in Seattle, though it was the summer I spent tripping most of the time. I’m not sure if it was this or my physical stature that made many of my friends feel protective of me. I only know they needn’t have bothered. I’ve been uncannily fortunate.…
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This Is Not Vegas
Sartre’s most famous quote* is printed on a sticker that adorns my laptop. It was given to me by a friend that knows me so well. There is no fiery afterlife pit, only the one in this life that people create for others. I believe there is a special circle of this perdition reserved for…
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The Almost-Barn Swallow Victims
I’m in pajamas, slippers, & a light corduroy jacket, in a downpour with 60 mph gusts. & I’m wielding a chainsaw. No, these are not the opening words to my confession of a killing spree. There are some who might not put it past me, but I continue to maintain that I’m not inclined to…
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