Chapin City Blues

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  Shit. Shit. Shit. FUCKING SHIT! It’s all internal monologue as I shake awake. What was in that bud? Never. NEVER. Have I ever had an experience like this. Shit. Shit. Shit. Never. EVER. Get stoned and fall asleep watching Once Upon a Time in the West. Great film. Not so great nightmares about Johnny Law …

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Some types of anglerfish can’t live on their own. The male attaches himself to a female by biting her. In time, his body becomes part of hers. His eyes, teeth , and organs disappear! Are we any different? The pills on the counter were placebos. Another Hermanos Brusco rip-off special. Never deal with a family …

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I purchased the Samsung Galaxy S III Friday, and I have to say I’m in love with this little sucker. Better pictures than my old BlackBerry Curve, and isn’t that what fatherhood is all about? Taking pictures of your spawn? And I’ve tapped into my hipster-dom and created an Instagram account to boot. Prepare yourself …

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