Man, I really hope not. I have been off of my feet completely for about eight weeks now and I go to pick up my prosthetic, supposedly newer, better, molded to my exact measurements, blah blah blah, and I am up on the leg two minutes and that old familiar sting (Hurt); there is fluidContinue reading “Going Under Again?”
Category Archives: Love
Asking for Help
I can’t explain why, but it is the very hardest thing for me to do. Now, with only one leg and the possibility of further surgeries on the horizon, I don’t have a lot of choice in the matter. I just can’t do what I used to do. Not alone. The very first thing thatContinue reading “Asking for Help”
Back in the Saddle
Sort of. I went from enjoying the beautiful southern Ohio summer to tubes, injections and a five-day hospital stay that seemed much longer. I am currently on home care with a nurse and IV antibiotics which I must administer daily. It is a colossal pain-in-the-ass but the alternative will necessitate the use of the surgicalContinue reading “Back in the Saddle”
Over the Top
Don’t get me started about people who do not tip employees who perform a service for them. Now, if you just stopped there, we would just look at you, roll our eyes, and think what a cheap asshole. But no. It’s when you try and justify your moral ascendancy, in the rarified air ABOVE mortalContinue reading “Over the Top”
Love/Hate
I used to love it when the first SweetTart out of the roll was a cherry one. I hated moving from country to country as an Air Force family, but I really loved meeting and exchanging with new peoples and cultures. I love dogs, but hated it when I had to undergo a very painfulContinue reading “Love/Hate”
Closing Time
Not only an ass-kicking song by Semisonic, but an always-approaching time for us all. The end game. Departure. So why do we waste so much of the precious time we have been allotted on useless horseshit like hatred and fear? And supposedly, we are the most intelligent life form on Earth. Maybe not. AI foundContinue reading “Closing Time”
A Gypsy Girl Named Shannon
Not a John Stewart song, but a real girl. Bright garnet-yellow eyes, smooth café skin, and a throaty giggle that first seduced then paralyzed. I met Shannon in the high Sierra Mountains in northern California where she camped with her family of seven: Her father Grecko, mother Sashay, and her quadruplet sisters, not one ofContinue reading “A Gypsy Girl Named Shannon”
Thumb Tripping
Hitchhiking. You just don’t see it anymore. It used to be a means of transporting one’s self to points unknown with a complete stranger. I know, not because I ever had to hitch a ride to go somewhere, but because I was the guy who would stop and pick up whoever had their thumbs out.Continue reading “Thumb Tripping”
The Big “L”
Nat King Cole and nearly every other singer on the planet has, at one time or another, placed a love song or two in their playlist. We sing about love, we revere it, we even build great monuments to it. But what are we doing to perpetuate it? Love is not self-sustaining. It needs toContinue reading “The Big “L””
Where Do You Draw The Line?
Just how far will you really go? I admit to doing some absolutely bat-shit crazy dangerous things, but it was usually a confluence of factors including drugs and alcohol. I won’t die by falling off a dangerous cliff. Promise. I would readily die defending my wife and family members. But how far down the familyContinue reading “Where Do You Draw The Line?”
