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My father lives with me. I’m 4 months away from turning 34. He showed up at my door in 2000, and said he and my mother had split up, and could he sleep on my couch that night. He’s mostly … Continue reading

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A series of events occurred late last night. I’ll happily provide a brief summary if you don’t have the patience to rummage through the forthcoming ramble: I ended up in the hospital last night, then in handcuffs, and finally in … Continue reading

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I was 12 maybe 13 when I had the talk with my father. No, it was not THE talk. At the point I snuck in enough late night Showtime and rented crappy titles like “Poison Ivy IV” from the corner … Continue reading

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Brother’s Stare

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I don’t think that I could ever stare my brother straight in the eye. Neither can he, and that’s something I’ve come to appreciate. When we both look at each other, we’re really just lying. Silently lying about our jobs … Continue reading