Ok Mr. and Mrs. Entrepreneur, what would be a good business in an overcrowded lifeboat where everyone has an AK-47 and mostly they’re thinking about making babies?
Top headline, New York Times: “A Star Idolized and Haunted, Michael Jackson Dies at 50.” Still on the front page; “Kentucky Pastor Invites Flock To Carry Firearms to Church.” [...]

Is the mail ready? My New Yorker in the mailbox? Bastard, I’m here now, where are you?  I need to get home and read my mail. Who cares if it’s trivial; not for you to decide anyway. You are a listless bastard who cares not. Oh, I forget, we’re all listless bastards, that’s the problem, [...]

This was their first apartment living together, and flooded only a little bit by Katrina. They didn’t evacuate; youthful foolhardiness, their first apartment, oh, that and the dog kept them there. They were so innocent of the terrible possibilities, and so in love.
Innocence has nothing to dread. Phèdre
They had met at work at the club. [...]

The timer will move the sprinklers around all night. The cowboys used to do an evening set that lasted through the dark. Golfers have golf clothes, different than work or sleep clothes; different than cowboy clothes, namely jeans and irrigating boots. They pay $4 per ball and don’t climb over my electric fence to retrieve [...]

 
My hair is OK today; not its best, just OK. Hell, I’m at work, it’s not like a big date with all those expectations and uncertainties. So fine, the hair is OK.
Lessee, that last big date we took it on home and then he pulled on his pants and left. He was kind of a [...]

You have to have at least three drinks to play in this sandbox. Hunter never wrote without quite a few drinks in him. For Faulkner, Hemingway, Burroughs, Fitzgerald and others the voice comes out when the whiskey kicks in. This is an experiment; no writing allowed unless at least three drinks under the belt. No [...]

 
“Did I hear you right? You are going to take our savings, buy a Harley and do a road tour? To where? For why? We have a two year old, I’m pregnant again, and you need some wind in your face? Dude, this is serious stuff.”
“Hon, my thirtieth birthday is coming up and I haven’t [...]

We met again as People’s Press (www.peoplespress.org), this time in Aspen, with George, Mirte, Craig Wheeless of Rainy Day Designs (www.rainydaydesigns.org, a new unofficial partner) and me. With Mirte’s persistence and upbeat attitude (especially in contrast to my East Coast MBA skepticism), George has accepted to bring on a central operator for the organization, and [...]

 
Jerzy, pronounced yare – schay, was the first of the 7th Street Bridge tribe to break into the “car.”  The tribe didn’t move in, they kept their camp under the bridge; they called it their “club.”It was a good place to get out of the weather, but it also became a place for their common [...]