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....

…Some Horses Pick a Fight With Me

(This is something old, from when I was down in West Palm Beach. I’m just tinkering with the site, still trying to hammer out a framework. This is from my 2 AM Memoirs.) As I stare at the computer screen, fingers poised above the keyboard, the room crumbles...