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Hanging with the poets…

Life has been good the last few weeks. The job is good. My personal life is good. My health is good. I even lost a pound or two. Everything is wonderful. Except my writing. I’m bone dry. I’ve written one blog in two weeks. The muse is fickle. She abandons...

Bye Bye, Miss American Pie…

“All the best songs have been written” – Rich Doherty followed by – “You’re an asshole” – Thomas Hoban Last night, the VMA’s were held… in Brooklyn. My hometown. 20 years ago, this would have been a cause for...

Been a long time since I Rock and Rolled…

On Saturday night, I headed up to New Rochelle with the muse in tow. New Rochelle is a place. It’s not in Brooklyn. I dont like leaving Brooklyn too much. It fucks with my chi. Or my Zen, I’m not sure which. I was off to see the debut performance of...

Ooooh… that smell…

On the morning of Sept 29, 1987 (or was it already afternoon?), I woke up with a head full of cement, a nose full of bloody snot and a 72-hour gap in my memory. At that point, I made a decision. I decided that I was going to take a vacation from the way I was living...

Hi ho… Hi ho…

I put the key in the door at 5:30 am… I’m home. ¬†Two weeks ago, I was leaving the house at 5:30 am. Life takes funny turns and strange bounces. It’s five weeks in, and I still don’t know whether or not I like this job. Oh, I like it well enough...