Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

I have forgotten how to feel bored. With the endless source of entertainment at my fingertips, on my TV, and even on this thing that I’m currently typing on, it’s become nearly impossible to feel it. And we’re not doing anything creative with that lack of boredom. We’re just filling up the voids in conversation …

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“You ever get tired of being this way kid?” his voice mocks me. “You ever just want to quit?” “Why quit? We’re just getting started.” The smoke of burning rubber fogs the empty street. In the distance, their taillights are swallowed by the void. They’ll come back. They always do. “Yes, whenever you need them …

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How does one get back into writing? I’ve taken such a long break from the task that anything longer than a blog post is just too much. And even these posts are sometimes muddied with the lack of…words that I can’t think of at this moment. Like most of you, I’m in a state of …

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There’s a lot on my mind these days; I don’t need the Covid-19 to muddy the waters. Yet here we are. It’s my birthday and instead of spending it the way I had planned to, I’m here at home typing out this post. There’s panic in the street. People are overbuying, while others are suffering. …

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Is it natural? With every heartbreak, there’s a need to reflect? Maybe it’s just me. A few years ago, I met this woman on an dating app.* We hit it off well. Our first conversation involved a case of mistaken identity. The perfect meetcute for the modern age. Of course, there was a problem. I …

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So this is how the story ends, how the curtain falls on our performance. We’re standing on stage, standing ovation. Looking among the audience, panicked, we search for familiar faces. Curtsy. Take a bow. Offered the bouquet of roses and hold them high above our heads. Depression is more than just feeling sad. It’s drowning …

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