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“PINKY TUSCADERO!” huh? “PINKY TUSCADERO!!” My eyes inquire the packed bar, but I can’t identify the disembodied catcaller. I had just entered the room, and someone is already calling me out for the red hair, leather jacket and tough attitude I may have developed by now. I am totally flattered. But I’m also sick toContinue reading “Chapter 58: Pink and Blue”

Age is just a number. Bullshit. I get the idea. One’s essence, a personality, remains intact throughout life whether eight or eighty, but I approach the bench and argue the case that age does indeed matter. I am nearing a half century myself, and it is window clear…chronological differences are more than skin deep. RememberContinue reading “Chapter 57: All The Young Dudes”

my head is a cannonball POUND POUND POUND a thousand miniature determined railroad workers simultaneously hammer spikes into my skull. Overachievers. where am I? what time is it? my ears are the first to come back online A shower is running, drops hitting tile like thunder in my blighted head. Eyes next. I barely manageContinue reading “Chapter 56: The Big Lie”

I foolishly continue on my merry path to destruction, gleefully fiddling away while Rome burns. A continued pendulum ride to the dark side, a doomed Miley Cyrus hanging on a massive steel weight swinging hard away from everything I know into the void of… who knows? The Cavern of Iniquity? Night of the Living DeadContinue reading “Chapter 55: Flakes and Dates”

Is that…? no… can’t be… Wait, yes, definitely… YES those are absolutely hair plugs! How did I not notice before? Fine tufts of hair randomly arranged-though not quite random enough-dot the scalp of the man who is kissing me. This guy is pushing a bit too hard. I back off to chat some more. HeContinue reading “Chapter 54: Debonair Douchebags”

He leans in to kiss me. I turn away. His lips land awkwardly on my cheek, having missed their mark. Steeeerike out. I awkwardly mumble good night, bolt to my car, slam the door, and peel into the darkness like flying monkeys are snapping at my bumper, this latest online date having crashed into aContinue reading “Chapter 53: Three Ring Circus”

I. AM. TERRIFIED. They all want to talk to me. Hello. Hi. How are you doing today. Whatcha up to. All 178 of them, some holding a fish, some sitting on a motorcycle (is that supposed to attract or repel me?), some hugging their dog, some selfies under a bare lightbulb… have you guessed yet?Continue reading “Chapter 52: I Should Have Jumped Out The Bathroom Window”

My dad is gone. I am more alone than I thought. It’s a strange feeling when you lose both parents, now the buck stops here, and there is no plan B. It feels a bit like the rug is pulled out. Like I got on the wrong bus and it just sailed off a cliffContinue reading “Chapter 51: Ground Zero”

I am a crumpled heap on the floor. My nose is runny. No one can get me a Kleenex, no one can get me anything. I am alone in a town in which I know not a single solitary person. Hellooooooo…(helloooo helllooooo hellooo)… I have no one to call for help, no family nearby, noContinue reading “Chapter 50: Divorce Shower”

“Turn your head to the side.” The heat of the sun crosses my bare chest. CLICK… CLICK CLICK… One of my very best friends is a master photographer, and in my escalating care for my reclaimed body, I have decided to have a topless photo session. It’s awesome. It’s exhilarating. It’s empowering. I feel incrediblyContinue reading “Chapter 49: The Real Naked Truth”