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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell (Part Five)

On September 10, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

  Get your licks in/ While you can / Keep your future / In your hands / Don’t let the damn authorities / Dictate what you do / Always keep it in your mind just who’s / Screwing who.   Riggs Hellams found an old acquaintance standing, arms folded behind him, in uniform near the …

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The Way I Do

On July 30, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

When I was young / I went off to college / But I flunked out ‘cause I could not pass no test / My old man barely made it past fifty / And I reckon that I’ll follow his footsteps / But it ain’t gon’ be bad health that’s gonna kill me / It won’t …

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The Way I Do, Part Six (Final)

On July 30, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

  Sure enough, when three o’clock rolled around, so did several high school kids. In deference to Mud Galvin’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” philosophy, he and Abel got provisionally high before they got there, and the kids apparently did the same. Abel was glad Victoria was back. She had been Mud’s significant other for at …

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The Way I Do, Part Four

On July 25, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

It took about a year to get my head straight / I drank my share and crashed into the ground / It seemed as if my voice got so damn lonely / My friends all dreaded having me around.   Abel and Siri had their differences on the proper course to Cain Caldwell’s house. She …

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Named to Lose

On July 19, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

  Luck evens out for most people. Sometimes, though, one bad break begets another, and it all goes into a death spiral. Such was the case of the Scheltonns of Roebuck, Oklahoma. Names were not Frank Scheltonn’s forte. It took a lot of thinking, but one could make a case that the decline and fall …

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What I Ain’t Got

On July 17, 2014July 17, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

I don’t know where I am / And I don’t know where I’m going / I reckon it don’t matter anyway / What factories are left here are mainly hiring Mexicans / I reckon that they’ll work without much pay.   Years ago, it had been the site of a filling station. Then it was …

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What I Ain’t Got, Part 4

On July 14, 2014July 14, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

  I don’t give a damn / ‘Cause it don’t make no difference / What happens is gonna happen anyway / I’m a ship without a rudder / Adrift with no sails / And the water’s still choppy on the bay / So I’ll paddle around / Either drown or run aground / So far …

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Ready to Play

On June 28, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn SportsLeave a comment

Sports fans often oversimplify matters when their clubs fare poorly. If it gets clobbered in a big match, the fans assume the players were out drinking all night, or they were all smoking pot in the locker room. Sometimes it even works in reverse. About thirty years ago, I was sitting behind two elderly gentlemen …

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Life Is So Fatal

On June 21, 2014June 21, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

  I’m not a doctor. Nor am I scientist. I do not reject science, as, inexplicably, many do, and I do not oppose medicine, particularly not the need for insurance coverage. One of my recurring frustrations is how experts have fallen into disfavor. It seems to me that one would respect the view of climatologists …

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Tattooed Gal

On June 18, 2014June 19, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn Fiction3 Comments

I never liked tattoos / Or bright-red hair / But I love women / Somehow I came across a gal / Who had both of those things … Call me Ishmael. Just kidding. I read novels a lot, but I’ve only seen a whale once, let alone hunted one. I’m Rusty, and not just where …

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