I start with rhyme A second time The only choice Where be my voice -------------------------- Purpose, intention, reason, function. ------ To create a practice space for judgement. To expound, expand and experience ideas. Other formats, venues and vehicles have been unsatisfactory. For ideas generated to permeate other creative endeavors. ------ Hope, dream, fear, lament. ------ [...]
Is it pride Is is doubt Feigned ignorance Gout Are you here Am I you Going crazy Stew In a bind In a tree Holding judgement Me
Ronnie's undeniable success with his great road sign stealing caper, not only elevated his stature with Mark and the rest of the guys... it gave us all the idea that this was kinda, the thing to do. You know... stealing stuff. Shoplifting things like cigarettes, lighters, beer... pretty much anything that could minimize our overall [...]
Melvin worked at Sears. In the shipping and receiving department. No one had really paid much attention to that fact until it became clear just how valuable such a position could be. For "us". Ronnie figured it out. Ever since Melvin had paid rent one month by giving everyone in the house a car stereo, [...]
The first thing the room needed was to be dark ---------------------------------------------- Blankets on all the windows were indeed making the pot smoking room quite dark, but Mark was not satisfied. Oh it was tolerable when the dark of night was there to assist but despite their thickness, the blankets still glowed slightly with the dreaded [...]
I started this blog over six months ago now by announcing my commitment. My commitment to posting at least something here every day. Thus, the title... the Heading... The Daily Brian! I did not meet that commitment yesterday and that fact has brought up several thoughts, feelings and whatnots. Whatnots that are now conspiring and [...]
Mark and I descend the third floor stairs and emerge from my room, looking around. There's almost no one in the apartment. To the right, Melvin's door is closed with that "Do NOT even think of disturbing me!" look about it. "Dorky looking, big nosed Melvin scores again eh?" I think. "Good for you, man." [...]
Mark dumps the last of what had been a quarter bag, onto the cleaning tray and starts chopping up the lumpy shake into a finer consistency. Fine enough for all the "oneies" we need to finish it off. He separates the largest of the remaining little buds and systematically searches through them with his fingers. [...]
December 1977. Christmas break for those high school graduates who'd gone off to college. Those like our friend Mark. Yup, it was the end of the fall semester. But... nope, Mark would not be returning to Carlton College for spring semester. Mark... Mr. Cool, Mr. yes we are going to follow his lead but no [...]
The moment I cross the intersection, where north Broadway turns into highway 63, I shift down to third and gun it. The Fiat's hot little motor is made for this. It whirrs with delight as the tachometer shoots up near the red line. I quickly shift back up and bear down on the gas. Now [...]