She was here — and then she wasn’t here. She was here for thirty-four years — here and there, here being a rundown bungalow sixty miles north of Manhattan, there being … Continue reading She is not here

She was here — and then she wasn’t here. She was here for thirty-four years — here and there, here being a rundown bungalow sixty miles north of Manhattan, there being … Continue reading She is not here
My wife was a believer, especially when she was high. I try to be, but I can’t get there. Jesus was always high, as were his disciples.
I have only one request — that you not bring down your final wrath in hospital. Allow me to be stricken in my own home.
That’s how he wants to go out — shot down like Johnny Rocco and “Mad Dog” Roy Earle and Cody Jarrett (“Top of the the world, Ma, top of the world!”)