Omaha Somewhere in middle America Get right to the heart of matters It's the heart that matters more I think you'd better turn your ticket in And get your money back at the door ------ Adam Duritz -------------------------------------------------- I've been looking at Google maps and Wikipedia entries. Trying to find the house we moved into once [...]
"Do you believe in Jesus?" "Excuse me?" "Do you believe in Jesus? You know... Jesus, Son of God, The Prince of Peace?" "Ummm... " I've been expecting a question like this. Since my first passenger of the day boarded at St. Frances Hospital, she has been praising Jesus with her every utterance. Along with a [...]
Fred needed to discredit the idea of staying in Norfolk, and he had to nip the trust I was developing for my new boss in the bud. And nip it quick. ------------------------------------------ I'm really lucky Fred talked me into leaving that job in Norfolk. Yea... thats what I said. Of course Fred had no idea [...]
I wasn't in a blurry haze this time... but it had the same effect. This time I felt like I'd shifted into another dimension or something. It served the same function for Fred (once he'd cajoled me out of my frantic tizzy) anyway. Anyway... my "cool friend" Fred was basically pulling the same con as our former [...]
So… we went to Omaha, after Fred did what he did (I have no proof that he was the one who did it, but I’m now sure it was) and I got thrown for a real loop that day. My newly (almost) stable world, got tossed onto it’s head and I went into a bit [...]
It would happen after Norfolk though. After another of Fred’s lies led to us all moving to Omaha, and well after I’d realized that Fred was lying to me all along about the band. ------------------------------------------ I started suspecting Fred of (at the very least) exaggerating the possibilities that this band of his was a real [...]
Now that I think about it, I doubt Fred thought he'd ever see me again. More than a week had passed since I'd witnessed the way cool Fred Berdine nearly choked to death in the clutches of his former boss. That was the day "The amazing Mr. George Heaton" had talked his way out of that [...]
I love the movies. Movies are of this world and yet I become immersed in another. An other, entirely created world. Bound only by imagination, movies take me where I had no idea. I had no idea I could go. There. Anything can be shown in movies now. The impossible is made to look real. [...]
A year on East Center St. was obviously enough for me. After leaving 6D East and losing my job at Tinkler’s and the mess Melvin left of our cool apartment (with his failed experimental floor decoration) I was not only ready to move to a new apartment, I was ready to get the hell outta of Roachville! [...]
At this point in my little writing project here. Here in this blog. This blog with the purpose of writing memoir... I'm feeling a need to say something about my whole, "I'm the good boy/man" theme/meme. I honestly do see myself as the kind of person who wants to do right, or at the very [...]