Chapin City Blues

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

Last night, the country elected to continue forward. And while I want to slap the faces of all my Republican friends, it’s hard not to feel sorry for them. There they are, all their morals and picket signs, wondering how their golden boy failed them miserably. All that money collected and spent, and still this …

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Note: The title of this post was chosen at random by flipping through The Portable Arabian Nights and randomly pointing out a single line from the book. In no way is it meant as an attack on the people I’m about to talk about. You got that? “Unbeknownst to much of the general population,” writes …

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I’m fighting the urge to just lie down down and die. Fighting the urge because I have to, not because I want to. Though, in some small aspects, I want a job. But the need is so much stronger. I need a job. I need a job with benefits. I need a job with some …

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