The chap with wings there. Five rounds rapid.
For the last four years, I’ve kind of been stuck in place, emotionally and physically. Years spent tackling the long, arduous process of healing – from chronic pain, to brain surgery, to the newly unclouded realization that life really is a sad, often tedious joke.
Continue reading ‘Drive, They Said’
Silver Spring’s historic dive bar, the Quarry House, is dead. What it used to be, that is. The old Quarry House.
It’s taken me six years or so to come to grips with this.
Continue reading ‘Quarry House’
It’s the tenth anniversary year for Great Society. In April of 2001, I set up Dirtyfreaks.com. I think there was the vague idea that it would be a porn site, but that somehow drifted into becoming a “literary” community. Which, then, drifted into insane ranting behind the guise of “Nacho Sasha” and, ten years later, I’m still sort of spinning around in circles in some vast emotional desert.
It’s also the tenth anniversary of 9/11. Yes, I know, every motherfucker in the world has written an anniversary article on that topic. Simply typing this out now makes me almost crazy enough to go blow up another building somewhere just for the sake of a distraction.
But, I’ll go ahead with this article. Because I’m an evil dog rapist. Though it’s boring to reminisce about the meaning of 9/11, and the changes that it ushered in for my city, my country, and my world. I think the thing to talk about is what it did not change. The fact that people before and during 9/11 were fucking waterhead assholes and, ten years later, they’re still a horrible plague.
Continue reading ‘Generica, 9/11′
The thing I miss the most about Bethesda, MD, is the somewhat downtrodden have/have-not divide of the 80’s and early 90’s. Before it became a glittering jewel in the Galactic Empire’s crown.
People make fun of me when I rant about gentrification but, seriously, retards, look around you. Most days, I feel like I woke up from a hundred year sleep. Look at your space buildings! And you’ve exterminated the Spanish and the lower income people! Well, Bethesda did that long ago. Silver Spring’s the suburb with active extermination camps. But, still, what the fuck happened to Hot Shoppes?
Continue reading ‘Harp and Fiddle’
From the archives (2006): A review of the original 1986 Transformers movie.
Continue reading ‘Cult Culture Archive: Transformers: The Movie’
Long ago, a girl once said that I wouldn’t be able to survive the death of my grandparents. A comment that disturbed me then and now. She was so up in my shit that she asked me to marry her, and is now entering her sixth year of aggressively stalking me, and yet she didn’t know the first thing about me, or my family, or my life.
Continue reading ‘Death & Family’
For quite some time now, I’ve been having a recurring dream. I guess. The dream itself isn’t the same, but it always has the same sort of ending – I’m walking at night in my childhood neighborhood and enter a convenience store.
All very mundane! But I’ll still write about it because it’s stupid “project Monday” and my notes say “write about Dream Mart, the Thanksgiving Hippies, baking bread, and how much I really really hate the holidays.”
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For one glorious summer, back in 1994, I was the assistant groundskeeper at the same utopian suburban paradise where I was collecting questionable sexual experiences.
I wasn’t a very good groundskeeper, but that was okay. The job consisted of a three hour run to Montgomery Doughnuts in Rockville every morning and a three hour run to Elbe’s Beer & Wine in Wheaton every afternoon. For lunch, I’d eat steaks with the groundskeeper and we’d watch the previous night’s Letterman episode.
It was the best job I’ve ever had, and probably ever will have. And though I looked up to my boss, a quirky and dangerous lunatic, and held him as a sort of surrogate father-figure, I think, looking back, that he despised me. Which is okay, because he was kind of an ass. Regardless, it was with him that I had my most human moment. One of those brief seconds of near-death clarity where I felt close to the Earth, close to humanity, and in touch with myself.
Continue reading ‘On Groundskeeping’
I often joke that, when I was a kid, my career ambition was to be a ninja, or a truck driver, or some G.I. Joe-style combination of both.
I always wanted some quiet little job where I could be on my own.
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As I get older, I find myself missing the ritual of Catholicism. I’ve been toying with the idea of popping into a mass some Sunday, getting back into the habit, resuming where I left off when I was 14.
Up till then, I enjoyed the church. I even wanted to be a priest, and fantasized about that lifestyle. My first real goal in life. Then Sister Joanne, the principal at my Catholic school, turned me away from the church. I wrote about her a couple years ago.
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