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The music coming from my trumpet was sarcastic and tongue-in-cheek.Ithad been ever since Sheila, the woman I’d been dating for seven years, hade..
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I moved around,here and there,sold mantras on the streetfor a buck seventy-five apiece,tried to become mainstreambut the counterculture wasn’t h..
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Blew into town like a reputable vagrant,with a pack of smokes and afull flask of apple jack and aquarter of a chip still lefton my shoulder.I checked ..
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The joke in those days was that Muriel Fink wasn’t sexy, just alive. Veryfew people ever laughed at that joke.To their credit.One night, a pries..
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Drinking my wine a little too fast, it suddenly occurred to me that I wasalone, spiritually bankrupt and without anything to eat. Not only that, thewo..
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It’s about not returning the smilesof others or mirroring their enthusiasm.It’s about not extending myself.It’s about refraining fro..
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She was in her chair, secured, sedated, colorless.“This whole thing seems small,”she said softly with her breath,then showed me the crease..
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We didn’t possess a lot of insight,just a lot of adolescent myopia.We were more metaphysical than our eldersgave us credit for.We embodied somet..
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If you have Twitter account (I never refer to it as X) and would like to share handles me, then we can follow each and make sure each of us knows wher..
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I never get the girl I like.I always get the gangly, angry girlwith guileless eyes and stringy hairwho has a tendency toward passivity.Or the gaunt, h..
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