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
Golf Won’t Save Me
At the end of last week I attended my first thrilling installment of golf practice. It wasn’t horrible in that I didn’t have to change my clothes, or get all fucking tired and sweaty, or worry too much about prickish…
Hell Is For Children 