Chapin City Blues

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

There’s no easy way to start this post. In fact, I wanted to start in the same “our hero” tone I wrote the Carlos Ochoa post in. But calling George Zimmerman a hero, even ironically, would disgust me to no end. And there is a difference, I knew Carlos Ochoa before he was a killer. …

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 They carried all the emotional baggage of men who might die. Grief, terror, love, longing–these were intangibles, but the intangibles had their own mass and specific gravity, they had tangible weight. –Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried “The thing about a story,” wrote Tim O’Brien in “The Lives of the Dead,” the concluding short story in his …

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 So much blood from such a tiny little hole Could be something is messing from inside me. Could be that all these years of anti-religion, I’ve forgotten how the game was played. Could be that someone in this whole shit-faced world is in the wrong. Could be that, for the first time, it might not …

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