Money makes my hair ache. I keep saying I need more money and yet looking at what I make and what I spend doesn’t support my claim. Living on on less? Fail.
I don’t have 1500 odd words on a single topic. I have a storm cloud of random thoughts buzzing around like knats on meth. So, this post will be a little (a lot) scattered. Your normally crazy-making, pugnacious blog posts will resume soon enough. ♦ ♦ ♦ We have been told for a century that we have… Continue reading Hello 2017
Old habits die hard. I’m trying in 2016 to break the habit of preaching. The ethic among those in recovery is to share. It’s a good ethic. This post is a fail in that regard. A couple years ago I was in love with yelling at anybody in earshot that if they had a dollar… Continue reading The Twenty Percent
First Posted 04-Sep-2015 Some years ago I told my buddy James Rustler about a late night run to Sacramento from Berkeley while I was a member of Taxi Unlimited. The ride itself was uneventful, the best kind as a cab driver. My fare wasn’t very talkative. All I could get out of her is that… Continue reading Asian Fare
First Posted 26-Feb-2015 This one is as nuts as some of my recent posts, maybe more. A friend of mine, who did a long bit in prison, still wants to hit the big score and dump a bunch of cash into his neighborhood. His idea is that if the score was big enough he could… Continue reading The Big Score
It evens out.