This morning I awoke to the roar of a million motorcycles revving their engines and burning the rubber of their back tires and unfortunately this time it wasn’t a Technicolor dream accompanied by a really loud soundtrack that I was inadvertently experiencing as some left over residual of drug abuse. Nah, this time it was...

She was sitting in the booth directly behind Trevor while we were eating dinner at a restaurant that his friend works at. As a matter of fact that’s why we were in the restaurant in the first place so that Trevor could see this girl that he likes who works there as a waitress. At...

I’m here to tell you that the Gestapo is alive and well and currently active in my apartment building! Of course not the original ones from Hitler’s Germany but newly manifested blitzkriegers in the form of little adolescent cop wanna-bes with sullen attitudes dressed in storm trooper uniforms and shiny black combat boots. And now...

What do ya think, it was the medication? Or maybe to be more precise the lack of it: The depression appears to be setting in again and I keep getting this nagging sense that everything isn’t gonna be right with the world anymore. Yet it’s over six months after the fact and I’m still waiting...

It has just recently dawned on me that I’ve been scribing this site of perpetuated angst for a year now, having posted my first installment on August 1st 2004 – one year ago today. And as usual a lot has happened in the last year: some of it good and of course with the yin...