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A Few More Miles To Go

August 21st, 2019|Categories: Family DysFUNction|

"Anxiety, how do you always get the best of me/ I'm out here living in a fantasy/ I can't enjoy a goddamn thing" -Jason Isbell, "Anxiety"   "Hey Dad.......can I ask a favor?" My youngest rarely calls me, mid-day, and rarely asks for much unless it really means something to [...]

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Zero Three Hundred Hours

March 5th, 2019|Categories: Tales of Misery|

She sent those words you see in the picture, a good friend, with the following message: "This reminded me of you, and I mean to send it with nothing but love. I hope you're doing well."  How could I NOT be doing (relatively) well, when someone reaches out like that, [...]

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A Tornado Among The Thunderstorms

February 24th, 2019|Categories: Tales of Misery|

"We were sitting on the front porch With the weather rolling in Laughing louder than the big south wind You ran out to roll your window Light rain falling on your hair...." -A Tornado Warning, Turnpike Troubadours "I don't know why I'm always drawn to the toxic ones. Sometimes I [...]

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One Of These Days

January 22nd, 2019|Categories: Amigos, New & Unimproved|

"You cry lonely And I come runnin' I come to your rescue I chase your blues away" -Cross Canadian Ragweed, 'You Cry Lonely' So, if you are drawn to the broken, just how broken are you? That's what's been rattling around for months. Years, maybe. It's not like I don't [...]

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Gone

December 4th, 2018|Categories: Siren Songs|

He is was 24. A Crossfit coach, new husband, Marine Officer and someone who could embody courage, humor and loyalty without coming across as cocky. Will Thompson was someone I knew peripherally from his time at Crossfit, as an athlete and coach; I used to watch him at Crossfit Kids where [...]

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Fat For The Holidays

December 2nd, 2018|Categories: Less Lardass|

I look down at the scale, cynically. Lies. Filthy, lying, technology. I need to blame someone, some THING. But I can't deny how the pants are squeezing me aggressively around the waist like an overzealous relative who hasn't seen you in a year and wants to joyfully choke the life [...]

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The Lonesome Beautiful Now

October 7th, 2018|Categories: Tales of Misery|

"You know, you only get so many of these in this life. They're gone so quickly. It's worth taking the time to take them in" These words from a co-worker as we both were dragging out of the firehouse in the dawn light, another shift marked as complete and both [...]

Off The Rails On The Crazy Train

September 17th, 2018|Categories: New & Unimproved|

"Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger" -William C. Bryant Who isn't a fool for some good old fashioned symbolism and foreshadowing? Hell if I know. But I knew somehow that, based on my own foolish [...]

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Peering Over The Edge

June 18th, 2018|Categories: Family DysFUNction, Tales of Misery|

"So don't forget to love me in damnation/ For the living I have earned on love gone wrong/ And we'll open up old wounds in celebration/ If we don't bleed it don't feel like a song" John Moreland, "Old Wounds"   These past few weeks have been troubling, indeed, as [...]

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