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Looking for and finding love where all I find is you Beginning with and ending with the time I spent with you. I softly sift the memories torn between old longings and the hope for something new. I find that time is soothing, On the shores where I reside Where memories are like the sand And are taken by the tide.

Life – the crucible of divine creation.

Writing can't possibly suck more ass.

On the very first night of the season’s very first horseshow, after making me wait for it for over a year, Claire finally got around to having sex with me. According to her, it was the consummation of a long, loving, and remarkably beautiful relationship, but, during the entire time, no matter what kind of spin she put on it, I still felt like one of those dumb-assed park dogs with a biscuit balanced on its nose. I could just hear her say…Wait for it…Wait for it…Good boy. That bitch. During t...

Prologue: Chicago, this city with its broad shoulders, seethes within me. I am dipped in the ink of it, but instead of leaching into me from the outside, it radiates out from deep within. Inside me, like a fetus, it is the return “ping” on my cosmic sonar which locks me into place and defines me. With its poor western and south-side neighborhoods, it is both the rhythm and melody to this the most American of tunes. It, with its pushy pot-bellied old men who in an instant of bad temper rail ag...