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October 21, 2018 (Sunday) Muted mornings of fog, leaving for work in the 6 o’clock hour and not getting home until 5, wondering if it’s going to pay off, this new job. Dawn saw the bob cat again by the … Continue reading

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32/30, more like 34

The jeans were getting harder to get into and the beers harder to get out of.┬áThe beers were getting easier to get into and the jeans to get out of. The reclining chair was bent and sagged but I pulled … Continue reading

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Cold

I haven’t written cold in a while: meaning, I sit down, type, hit publish and move on. It’s similar to standing behind a microphone not knowing what you’re going to say, not being able to see who’s looking at you. … Continue reading

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Mirrorball

Pat Dolan and his brother Damien lived up the street. Their dad Mr. Dolan was a cop, a huge cop: he filled the doorway when he stood. We sat on the front doorstep and spat. We had just learned how … Continue reading

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