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Memoirs

Reasons I Suspect I May Be In A Sitcom

January 27, 2012

It’s just this feeling that’s been creeping over me slowly.   It’s something about the daily struggles of my family.  They seem too canned.  And they tie up so nicely.  Here’s where my suspicions started: -          my brother, Henry, who is almost comically competitive, is always finding ways to be better than me.  It’s always something [...]

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Lubbock, After the Cotton Gin

December 27, 2011

  After getting fired after two and a half weeks at the cotton gin, I boarded a Greyhound to Lubbock Texas to drink away the pittance I’d made at the cotton gin, which was still quite a bit more than I’d seen in some time. I went to Lubbock hoping that my friends would tell [...]

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Francis Mulvaney: Playground Attendant, Men’s Strip Club Bouncer

December 9, 2011

  Sure, people ask me all the time if I ever get the jobs mixed up. Like it’s some kind of joke to associate school children with adult male strippers. I take offense to that suggestion, that I somehow mistake a third grade girl playing Freeze Tag with an oiled-up beefcake spinning his schlong like [...]

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Me and James Arness: Searching For Festus at Whispering Pines

October 25, 2011

I spent the shittiest eight months of my life working at Whispering Pines Retirement Community. There were three tiers at Whispering Pines-the first being the one where the people are wearing track suits and have a pretty high degree of autonomy. They go for day trips to Fredricksburg, the outlet mall tour from San Marcos [...]

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Army Dreams

September 20, 2011

For more than a decade now-since a couple of years after I got out of the Army-I’ve experienced variations of this recurring nightmare. At first, it was of the reaching the finish line and not being done variety: the kind where you are in high school, except you’re the age you are in waking life, [...]

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