An Angry Little Boy

[Maybe a bit dramatic, but I am feeling a bit dramatic today.] Protect your queen. I’m not sure if it was from a movie or a television show. The West Wing? The master against the amateur. A flurry of moves with pieces being taken from the chess board. Protect your...

Self Medication, Coffee Edit

Yes, yes: more coffee please. Toss in a few aspirin. And 15 hours of sleep. But this is what I wrote the other night, with some editing, and an afterword. The last “afterword” is still a ways off. For being drunk, I don’t think I did all that bad… So damn exhausted....

Out Beyond the Break

A few columns ago, I realized crazy was back. Now, he’s riding shotgun, just a tiny little nugget in the back of my mind. I thought I would take him for a spin. This is both metaphorical and literal. Crazy really is riding shotgun. He can be there every time I step...

Lost-Time

“C’mon, baby. Come to papa.” I’m on the edge of my seat, like a top college athlete and the team rep is on stage about to announce their first round draft pick. “It’s mine. All mine.” I excelled in the combine. Took the tests and failed/passed them all. I show all of...

The Secret World

(I sometimes wonder if I talk too much, write too much, reveal too much? But then I remember that not talking is what got me into trouble in the first place. And then I think that that is what might be keeping other people in trouble. So, I write.) It was one of the...

An Introduction to Introductions

Yep, still tinkering. I have over 1,000 columns for Coffee Chronicles. Many of them are, well, crap. They are an exploration of the landscape of my mind, trying to find a way out of depression, anxiety and the gentler insanities that ruled my life for so many years....

The Star Wars Geek

The Wine Chronicles Yes, I am a Star Wars geek. The second trilogy was not great, but I still love them anyway (I would love to know who was sleeping with who to get that kid the part in Phantom Menace). I think it might have something to do (my embrace of my...

The Day I Knew Crazy was Back

Justin Timberlake doesn’t have anything on me. He might have brought Sexy back (God love him for it) but I brought Crazy back. With JT, Sexy was just there, strutting across the music video with him. With Crazy, it took me a while to realize he was riding shotgun...

Time for some coffee…

Time for some coffee… As I pass into my 44th year, I reflect. My birthdays don’t bother me the way that they do some. I also don’t like to shrug them off as being just another day. Hey: it is my day (shared with a few million other people). The day I began the...