Below The Fold

They make me take that one at night. It’s supposed to help me sleep, they say. It doesn’t. The moaning in the halls keeps me up. It keeps everyone up. And then they start screaming at the people who won’t stop moaning. So the moaners just moan louder and the screamers just scream louder until [...]

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Last night I worked for four hours at the P.S. Lounge.
I hadn’t planned on it; Amy took a guest bartending shift, but she was a little under the weather, so I strapped on the proverbial apron, so to speak.
I like it behind the bar.
I’ve done one other time, a few years ago. It was [...]

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My new word: Trendneck (n)— One who has carefully and painstakingly crafted an image so as to appear as a redneck to a casual observer.
I coined the term this weekend, on a trip to Gaetano’s on 38th and Tejon in Denver. A party of eight came in, all young, urban ultra chic punk types. One [...]

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I met Dominque Foxworth’s mother today. She was diminutive; a tiny-framed woman with a wide smile and a bounce in her step. I met her at the post office. She was talking to the postal worker who was helping me. Normally, I get annoyed when someone distracts the person who is transacting business with me [...]

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I guess, if I had to pick one resolution this new year, that was it.
I could have gone with the standards: lose weight, for example. But I take my resolutions seriously. I like to set myself up for success, when possible. Besides, I’m still quite popular with the ladies, you know.
I quit smoking officially in [...]

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