The man walked up to the bar on a Wednesday, late morning. It was winter and under the small man’s coat was a pressed shirt and tie. He appeared to be a professional and should’ve been at work. Continue reading Happy Hour’s Over
This is the continued fictionalized story of one man’s life-long struggle with organized religion and his combative relationship with an egotistical, arrogant and often bigoted deity, who may or may not be all in his head. Continue reading Fear and Loathing from the Back Pew — Hell is Hot Pt.2
It was last year when my wife wanted us to get a family picture taken for Christmas. I say it was her idea even though the idea was actually conceived by another woman — a woman my wife was trying to outdo. It was one of those woman things, so at the time, I knew better than to interfere.
Continue reading So This is Christmas
I have one very specific childhood memory of Halloween. And again, it involves my Parents’ God.
It’s a troubling story and I’ve never liked telling it. I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because it was the first time I had to come face-to-face with the horrific, lobotomized state of stupidity blind faith may leave the most innocent of victims.
Or maybe because it involves a 60-year-old woman and what I am now sure was some form of ancient and tribal, brutal anal rape.
Yeah, that was probably it. Continue reading Fear and Loathing from the Back Pew — Halloween
The smell of burning paper grabbed me by the face and shoved its fist down my throat. I doubled over … Continue reading Notes From a Country Tearing Itself Apart: Mitt Romney Through the Looking Glass