Saturday the 14th

I'm switching to Saturdays. Fridays, after a week of frustration and hate, doesn't work. Not even close to working.

Packaged for your Convenience

Three days from now I land in Lisbon.

Mayonnaise All Over Again

Casual conversations about when was the last time you saw your neighbor rarely end well.  No matter how non-judgemental the police officer's expression, you just know what he's thinking.

I'm not.alone in blame. There are other neighbors, waitresses, family, and even himself. In fact, let me rationalize away the guilt and say it was mostly his fault.  He could have made friends, volunteered, or introduced himself, but he didn't. or couldn't.

He waited two weeks for someone to miss him enough to check on him.  In the end it was a full mailbox that lead to my conversation with the police.  It was from them, after two years of living next to him, that I learned his name.

Again, not really my fault.  I just kind of keep to myself after work, don't really talk to anyone, never have my phone on, which doesn't really matter since no one has the number.  Nothing I could have done differently would have saved him from his fate.

Never Again Vol. VII

Nooo, that's how it's supposed to smell.

April Fool

Your joke here.

The Mayonnaise Chronicles

The last time we met I was divining the dribbles on a ham and american cheese. The most amazing personal insight, which now eludes me, wanting to nourish my soul. Not recorded, noted,  or published yet,but I'm living and thinking differently. 

Oh well, the mayo worked.

Sweetie Face Happens

Epiphanies are like toes they're always there, but you don't see them until you take off your socks, I took notice of my toes last week while squirting mayonnaise on a gas station sandwich. It's kind of personal, which is to say I'd like to say it just right, and tonight just isn't going to do it