It’s as simple as that, sort of. That’s how one story ended and another began. The arcs for all of those who knew him are invariably changed now. Our friend Jeremiah is dead and the rest of us keep going, keep thinking, keep drinking, keep…
The first thing I clicked on this morning, as I scanned through the bowels of Facebook, was an article a friend shared from Rolling Stone about Kurt Cobain from the band Nirvana. He would be 50 years old today. My lungs fluttered when I read…
The goddamn coffee filter folded over for the 3rd time in a row, or maybe it’s the 4th, hell, I don’t know but the irritation has left me as a ruffled peacock on an early Wednesday morning. Coffee grounds sit at the bottom of my…
