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Everything I Don't Write Is Full of So Much I Can't Say

I am addicted to cold brew coffee.
I am not wearing this like a badge. I’m just telling you what has recently developed in my life. 
The funny thing is, I had my first cold brew last week and haven’t stopped since.  Cold brew coffee and half n half, no sweetener.  It’s bomb.  So much so, that three days this week I had TWO of them in one day.  Not a good idea, but it was fun while it was happening.  It’s like drugs without drugs. (   I’ve been needing drugs lately.) I even bought a cheap cold-brew ‘system’ which is basically a pitcher with a coffee filter dropped into the middle of it.  I made it for the first time last night. Poured it into my gullet this morning.  So good.
I think this is better than the vodka addiction I usually have.  So, trading up…. (?)



I look forward to weekends now.  I mean, I guess I always did, but now it’s a big red balloon.  It fills and rises first thing Monday morning; what can I do this weekend that will make me have something to look forward to?  What sort…

Dark Fucking Wizard

I wrote a thing for DFW and here it is

Looking For Meaning In Quiet Moments

There’s a squirrel that has been terrorizing my dogs for the past few years. I’m assuming it’s the same squirrel but maybe it’s different squirrels but whatever the case, they all do the same thing;run along my back fence over to the telephone pole and while my dogs bark at them.Typically, after the squirrel hits the pole, they stay there, upside down, just out of reach of the dog until they drive the dog sufficiently crazy and then they will just run up the pole and down the wire to probably terrorize the next backyard pooch.
(I say ‘dogs’ but really I mean ‘dog’.But one dog dies, I get another dog, squirrel continues terrorizing.)
I was outside reading over the weekend and here comes the squirrel.I eyeball it and it ignores me, runs along my fence going west, up the pole, over the wire on his little squirrely way.
About 15 minutes later I see him scrambling back but this time he has a huge dark ‘rock’ in his mouth. I was like, wtf.That can’t be a rock.How is he holding a rock in h…

Writing Like a "Normal Person"

Yesterday I had a “work lunch” in a restaurant like a normal person.I ordered a Cobb Salad but this was a ‘fancy style’ one and it had steak and balsamic vinaigrette. Balsamic vinaigrette seems wrong to put on a Cobb salad so I decided to swap it out for Bleu Cheese dressing so when the lady took my order I said, ‘Oh, and can I have a side of Bleu cheese please?”She said yes and I felt happy about my forthcoming lunch and continued talking with my boss and coworkers like a normal person.
My salad came and it looked nice.Then the lady set down a little silver container of Bleu cheese crumbles.Hmph, I thought, staring at the little silver container of Bleu cheese crumbles while the rest of the plates were placed on the table.It was then I realized that I hadn’t quite made myself clear when asking for a side of “Bleu Cheese”.In my head, I felt I’d implied the dressing ‘swap’ from Balsamic vinaigrette to Bleu cheese but if I put myself on the receiving end of our exchange, I realized tha…