I wasn’t going to post anything today. I was going to hammer out the latest installment of The Back Forty tomorrow, which I still will probably do. But as my new piano is downstairs, I have to walk past all the boxes of crap I put out of sight and mind until now. Plus, I … Continue reading Portrait of the Artist as a Groundhog
Author: BuddhaManAndy
I have devoted myself, because of my traumatic brain injury more than a decade ago and getting sober 7 years ago, to maximizing my new brain, like a Solitaire deck but with all the Aces and most of the face cards missing, by any means available.
Him (Fear)
“Why aren’t you smoking?” He said. “You’re always smoking.” “I’m quitting,” I said and chomped on the nicotine gum harder. As always, I knew this was coming. That He was coming. He always does. “Trying to quit, huh?” He looked on the bench next to me and ruffled through the plastic bag. “Oh, you’ve got … Continue reading Him (Fear)
Nuts and Smokes: The Art of Quitting
“Obnoxious, self-righteous slugs aren’t they? I’d quit smoking if I didn’t think I’d become one of them.” Bill Hicks I hate ex-smokers. Not in the way you hate you worst childhood bully or Kim Jong Un. In the way that you just can’t stand being around your born-again Christian friend or that guy who has … Continue reading Nuts and Smokes: The Art of Quitting
Haiku: Simon and Lenore
Simon greeted her Come Love Dog, so much to see! Lenore kissed his nose
The Back Forty, Ch. 2.4
Cain put the last Legos in place to complete the cab on the monster truck. All he had to do now was build the wheel wells and put in the four wheels in the box and he’d be done. Not exactly a difficult set, but Cain knew it was more about giving him something to … Continue reading The Back Forty, Ch. 2.4
The Back Forty, Ch. 2.3
Hearing her scream, Sassy came charging out of the thick trees and ran into Madeline. The puppy began licking her face out of love, then out of hunger as it tasted the raw, rotting offal. Overjoyed to see the puppy, Madeline pulled Sassy to her as she got up and held the puppy tight, kissing him … Continue reading The Back Forty, Ch. 2.3
Light, Laughter and Facebook
I always feel sort of guilty around Christmas. Any cards and gifts I receive the year round make me feel great knowing that another person was thinking of me and I try to return the favor to others. Paying it forward, if you will. I know when another person sends me a card or gift … Continue reading Light, Laughter and Facebook
Buddha was a Lush
Last night, I received a message from my ex. It was the third time she had called me this month. I consulted my friends about it weeks ago and explained to them all the reasons I had not called her back after about 8+ months of absolutely no communication. Then, I told them the minute … Continue reading Buddha was a Lush
He’s a Connected Guy
That title is a quote from Donnie Brasco. This post, however, is not about Donnie Brasco, though it is about movies. See, years ago, my family began accruing movies that we would all gather around to watch on Christmas Eve. As the years went on, though, it got kind of ridiculous. We started with some … Continue reading He’s a Connected Guy
Haiku: December
The sun shifts, southbound The solstice still weeks away Night's brilliance in bulbs
My Zen Brain 