My first triumph left a pretty big scar… but I guess that’s how you know it’s a triumph. Once again, “FLANERY, GET OUT HERE” came rushing through the screen door from the porch. So out I went, knowing it was time for another growth spurt. My Grandaddy’s words were always so economically spent that I learned to savor every single syllable on that porch. He just sat there in his lawn

I think sadness/grief turns off a certain part of your brain… maybe out of necessity… maybe for survival. Okay, so look… I met a chick some time ago. She was in jail and I saw a picture of her on the Internet. Hell, I guess I was feeling charitable so I got in my car and drove. There was something about her eyes in that picture that felt familiar… like home. I figured I’d just go and mee

If you haven’t already, please start at PART ONE by clicking HERE. Wizard World, Nashville, TN. sometime deep into the night. At this point, I can sense that the “Stein” is starting to panic, and I knew I’d have to extricate my little homie from the turlit pretty quickly to prevent any longterm psychiatric damage.  I desperately wanted to respond to him as quickly as possible about them damn R

Link for PART ONE: Click HERE. Disclaimer:  No Norman Reedus’ were harmed in the unfolding of this glorious plot.  Norman Reedus is my homeboy… and this is just what homeboys do. So where were we?  Oh yeah, we’re at a Wizard World event in Nashville, TN… and the “Stein” is almost hyperventilating in my bathroom waiting patiently for me to come save him, while I’m doing absolu

Norman Reedus Is Gone. Pt. 2 (for part one click HERE)   Okay, so at this point, I’d shed ALMOST everything and was now headboard hyper-lounging… but I can hear the “Stein’s” breathing getting quicker and quicker, and I knew he was approaching panic.   Reedenstein:  “Oh shit, he just kicked his boots off, dropped his jeans right outside the door… and then put the fu