Here’s another story from my youth. This took place about five years after I got off the road. At the time, I thought I had settled down, but I guess not, because this stuff kept happening to me until well into my 60s. Believe me, I’m enjoying my retirement from the crazy. So, here goes: […]
I’m so sorry Senator John McCain is dead. I am really sad that’s he’s dead. I mean really, really fuckin’ sad he’s dead. I had one … just one lousy question I wanted to ask the man. And now, I’ll never get an answer to my question. Fuck! Hello, kind and gentle reader. It is […]
Standing in the graveyard grass, staring down at the freshly filled grave, stood The Preacher, dressed in black, wearing his black, circular wide-brim hat. As yet, there was no headstone, but The Preacher knew the name of the occupant. Five days before, he had murdered his brother, the man who now lay under his feet. […]
I’m not sure if this really happened, or it was just a bad dream. Either way, it made a powerful impression on my young soul. Michael row the boat ashore . . . sister help to trim the sails . . . the River Jordan is chilly and cold . . . chills the body […]
Andrew Joyce 