April 04, 2004
Bullies
Every one of my junior high school enemies was walking down Garden Drive towards me.
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October 26, 2003
This Morning's News
Time for Fox News to stop being a corporate shill and report the news realistically. If you want the news, don't watch the Happy Pill Channel.
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September 14, 2003
Sin
Note: This is part of a series based on exercises from A Writer's Book of Days. It's something of a...
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August 16, 2003
News from Camp Granada
It's the fortieth anniversary of the song that Alan Sherman made famous: Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah.
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July 27, 2003
Smoker Patrol at the Studio
In the Studio Theater, I was the Law. I had power over them.
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July 25, 2003
Locker Room Towels
The sweat of a thousand reused socks concentrated in a single off white eighteen inches by three foot piece of stiffish corduroy cloth.
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July 13, 2003
Lunch Bag Theft
When I did tell the dean, he just sighed and said "You've got to protect your combination better."
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July 09, 2003
Beyond the End of the Driveway
In those days, my high school years, my Catholic parents had arranged what amounted to a five day a week divorce.
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Poison Tree
Last month when I told my mother about my discovery, she said "Your stupid grandfather ate lots of those berries and they never killed him."
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June 05, 2003
August 1976 - Her name is no one's business
They say that Mormons and Catholics live to breed.
So aside from the catch of the blue book with the golden hornblower
the two of us should have been naturals in the flesh.
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April 16, 2003
Falling from Grace
I only learned what a dick was because boys drew graphic pictures of the things all the time -- hair, urine, and wrinkled skin -- and pointed.
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March 26, 2003
My Father and the Cruise Missile
The night the cruise missiles rained on Bagdhad in 1991, I lay in my bed. I was desperate; I was in a distinct, determined minority because of my opposition, and I was not at all quiet: I was screaming.
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August 28, 2002
....and the horse you rode in on
Clint Eastwood taught many people that it was perfectly fine to be schizoid and hypocritical, to speak of love and act in a bellicose fashion; to promote yourself as honorable and cheat your way to the top.
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July 15, 2002
Of Printer's Devils and Needlework
My grandmother was a talented artist with the needle and thread. She knew how to create eye-deceiving dappling that made her works seem alive.
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