Chapin City Blues

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

Binx

  • It’s not easy being green

    Today was my first day with [redacted] and after constant questioning if I’m nervous, Binx succeeded in making me nervous. Slightly. It was my first day on the floor so I “shadowed” and learn how it’s done. Every opposition to the guy who was braving the waters, I would conjure up the proper rebuttal in my Continue reading

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  • Relationships of a Misanthrope

    I finished reading Etgar Keret‘s collection of short stories – The Bus Driver Who Wanted to be God – the other night, and something caught my attention. It’s the story before “Kneller’s Happy Campers” – which was later adapted into a screen play for the film Wristcutters: A Love Story. The story’s called “Pipes,” a Continue reading

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  • A Sappy I-Love-My-Friends Post

    Call me lame, if you will. And many of you reading this who are my nearest and dearest will be doing so in respond tweets or leaving me comments on Facebook. But I don’t care. I love you anyway. You’re my book hunting pals to partners in crime. You celebrate the best of days and Continue reading

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  • Baseball

    I actually high-fived someone today. It was a little too surreal for me because not only did I high-fived someone I’ve only known for a couple of weeks, but I high-fived someone because of a sporting event. Now don’t jump into conclusions here, the only reason Fabian and I were excited about the home run Continue reading

  • The Inevitable Nothing

    That’s the whole point of religion, right? To explain the inevitable nothing that we came from, that we will become again when our time on this earth expires. I don’t know why I’m thinking about it so much. Death is not at hand; I’m not knocking on its door. Yet the inevitable nothing is all Continue reading

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  • “Another day older and deeper in debt”

    I had a dream the other night. My late cousin Damien was sitting at a table with me and a few other people I couldn’t name. I can’t remember much of the dream except at one point, Damien stood up – throwing his chair in the process – slammed his fist upon the table and Continue reading

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