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Fear & Loathing

to pass the time, I am going to read a chapter every day (14 chapters, 14 days), from Hunter S. Thompson’s splendid insanity of a book: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Please tune in – Hell, share this link (more…)

Sprung

I stand at the counter, listening to the rain.  Coffee cup empty, waiting.  The kitchen, still groggy, offers up its best, tawny yawn.  In the dark just outside, fat, spring drops indulge a swollen, soft-shoe on the deck timbers.  I (more…)

The Greatest Little Boozer

to the greatest little boozer …~ the Pogues

It’s a certain kind of scribbler who seeks to write in a bar (reading in a bar an altogether different psyche profile).

It’s not proximity to a beverage of choice, (more…)

Pots and Pans

Let’s Get Cooking

Grocery shopping ahead of an evening of cooking can involve a certain joie de vivre. Especially when my friend the Baron is in town.

Passing through the city every coupla months, he always seems to be en route to (more…)