Perspective has to be one of the most flexible materials in the known universe. I thought I knew myself. I don’t. I thought I was aware of the world. I’m not. The stars are expanding with a silent malignancy that’s…
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Poor Little Fellah
Tagged with: Acid, Coach Brody, Golf, Johnson, Mr. Hanson, Sugarbear
Posted in Drugs, Golf, Misadventure, Teachers
Posted in Drugs, Golf, Misadventure, Teachers
Playing With Fire
I have a lot of balls in the air. Yesterday I heard from my miserable Uncle Ben regarding my retarded legal struggles. The police, on the strength of this blog, are going to go ahead and try me in A…
Tagged with: Acid, Johnson, Mom, Mr. Hanson, Sugarbear, Uncle Ben
Posted in Drugs, Misadventure, Parents, Teachers
Posted in Drugs, Misadventure, Parents, Teachers
I Am Screwed and I Don’t Really Care
I’ve got a shrink that I go to. I’ve gone through several of them, and mostly I just hate their stinking guts and don’t bother going back, but eventually dear old dad will have a conniption and find me a…
Pendel’s Crazy Weekend
Something insane happened that pretty much changed my life, for the best, I hope, on Sunday, but more on that in a second. Camile is way angry at me, and I don’t really care, except that I want another shot…
Hell Is For Children 