Below The Fold

You deserve a break today
To say the music world has lost a giant would be accurate as well as presumptive. While his 6’5” frame carried plenty of weight, to the rest of the music world he was little more than a sideshow—a curiosity the likes of which you might see under a tent in a [...]

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Gone Fishin’
He sits, legs dangling, on the pier. It’s a long boardwalk that juts out over the sea like an errant tooth.
There’s a small tin can next to him, filled with bits of black dirt and earthworms. It looks like one pulsating mass of brain matter that’s in constant motion, and his eyes drift to [...]

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Merry go round brokedown
It’s not as easy as it looks. Sometimes, he wonders what it would be like if it were. If every day ran smoothly, like the way the man at the circus collects cotton candy on a stick. Or the fluid motion of a roulette wheel and the croupier who has set into [...]

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Brandon’s getting married.
He was the first friend I made in the neighborhood my parents moved to in my youth. When they pulled me out of a failing private school and plugged me into public, Mrs. Smith pointed at Brandon and told me to sit next to him. He lived a few blocks away and had [...]

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