Work
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We’ve been here before. I recognize that tree.
Maybe it’s the pandemic that has me riled up. Maybe it’s that the state is opening things way too quickly. Maybe it’s the spike in cases. Maybe it’s because I’m on a time frame. The sooner we reopen [redacted], the moment my time with my son ceases. There’s a lot to unpack here. Last month, Continue reading
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Dear Diary,
Something happened. Something I swore wouldn’t ever happened. But it’s done. I’ve done it. It’s out there now and I can’t reel it back in. I created original characters and content for [redacted]. Which means, [redacted] now owns something I created. That’s how this works, right? You’re bamboozled into needing a job and the only Continue reading
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“I Might Prefer Chaos to Even Flow”
Not a believer of luck, good or bad. Not the superstitious type. Sure, I might joke about the terrible things that happen on Friday the 13th, but I don’t actually think the date is the reason behind them. Bad things happen no matter the day. Apparently, we just focus on the bad things when the Continue reading
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The Armory for the Best Weapon in the World
Started the day listening to Tal Bachman’s “She’s So High.” No wait. Mark that. Let’s start with something cooler. Whatever happened to Tal Bachman, anyway?* Started the day listening to “Time Bomb” by Rancid.** The ride to work seemed ominous. The day before the summer carnival type of ominous. It’s been some time since this Continue reading
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Sound Boarding
Ever feel stuck? Like you’re filled with so much motivation to create something that your brain is bursting at the seems? That your physical body goes through the motions because your mind is sussing things out. Building worlds. Building ideas. Handcrafting lyrics and paragraphs like verses. Testing out waters with other friends to see what Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 