Author: Mihow
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Not the chicken.
When I was 6 something was brought into our household that would change my life in many ways. Sure, my brother was born around that time but his birth hardly compared to the VHS Machine my dad brought home from Sears. I remember it well. The beast was black and had more moveable parts than…
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Days of Yore
A year ago today I apparently managed to piss a few people off. So much so, I deleted the entire first post and put other words in its place. I’ll never know what it originally said. Two years ago today, I did not post. (Probably should have done that a year ago as well, could…
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Where are you now?
A little over a year ago I had nothing to say so I decided to ask anyone (who might actually be reading this) where it was they were reading it from. I had fun with it. I even created a map. And guess what? Today, I’m at a loss for words again. Lately, I have…
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Mind the Heart.
(Also, mind the longest post ever written). I sat at the bar waiting for Toby, sipping a beer and reading my book. While I’m not usually drawn to the bar at a restaurant, I found myself sitting there. For me, a very intricate (sometimes unconscious) desired seating arrangement is put into place while out to…
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Concrete Capitalism
Ok, so I’m gathering that no one really wants to just GIVE me a dollar so I can save up for a new retainer. And that’s cool. I got over it. It took a few days, but I think I’m fully recovered. Booze helps. But booze costs money. You see my dilemma? Anyway, I was…
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Days of Yore
A year ago today. And two years ago today. The panty line? The hell? Holy cow, I’m crazy.
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DonaldEugene Pet Poet Extraordinaire
Tucker By DonaldEugene I wasn’t born yesterday, not even last week. I might not be a kitten, but I’m feelin’ pretty sleek. I snuck out thru the back door, yeah I’ve been around the block. The east coast was my home, now the west coast I do rock. Yeah my name is Tucker and I’m…
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Recovery: Step Two. Recovery step, too. Recovery. Step to.
I’m wearing my indie rock today because all you cheap monkeys wouldn’t spare me a dollar (except a few of you-you know who you are. And I love you. The rest of you are heartless bastards). Earlier, I listened to At the Drive-In (because they’re angry). After that, I listened to Shellac (because, well, he…
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Days of Yore
I did not post last year or the year before. So I’ll just say that today I am 30.5 years old.
