I have long ago grown weary of euphemisms used to blur, mislead or hide actuality. For instance, once I am dead, I died. I did not “pass on;” “go to a better place” or “transition.” I died. Although, I have a personal euphemism that I like, some people would not like hearing that I “croaked.” My thoughts about using the word atheist are much the same.
A few years ago, I am sure that someone slipped into my house and drugged me. I don’t know what they gave me, but it has turned me into an emotional wreck. That has to be the case. Simply said, I was drugged because the person I am now would be despicable to my former self. It may not seem a big deal to some, but lately I’ve become entirely too emotional.
I am so damn…Continue
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker . . .
Some people call me the space cowboy; some call me the gangster of love . . .
I'm none of those, although I might just be a bit of a joker. If you must choose how to label me, I made a short list. I am a published author, a million dollar sales manager, a musician capable of playing woodwinds, brass and keyboards, a marksman, a journalist, a teacher, a…Continue
Okay. I tried to sucker you thinking this was going to be about prostitutes or at least the ones familiar to all of us. However, this about the so-called red-light traffic management systems used around the country and how they are full of whole for legal challenges, but to challenge the accuracy and effectiveness of these red light bandits would take oodles of time for $a…Continue
Not very often does a book come along that I feel is about me until I read Ian Leslie’s book “Curiosity: The Desire to Know and Why Your Future Depends on It.” I shouldn’t be writing this review because I am biased, which a reporter should never be. However, within six-pages, “Curiosity,” it made me feel as if I had discovered myself.
I think you already know that I…Continue