Unemployed Imagination.

Back to 1997. I'm living in a small town in rural Pennsylvania. I'm way out of place, but the hippies have befriended me. I'm li...

I don’t necessarily want to tell, but it’s too good of a story to keep to myself. This was back in 1997, and your humble narrator was high ...

St. Louis, 1983, repentant. You are the birth of a grave disaster, lost in dark night, cast in plaster Your skin is smooth, reptilian ...

Guitar Stand in front of the bright light – hands to your side, like... What you know about anything and what you want? My parents are m...

Soft skin and sweet whiskey breath, she asks me about Reno. I'm fucking sick of telling that story, so I tell her I been thinking about ...

Sacramento Kings Yo. Sit down. Can’t nobody see past your misplaced aspirations. You’d make a better Peeping Tom than a peep hole. I p...

The cat's not coming out from under the porch. No way. He's curled up like a cheeze puff, and he ain't going nowhere. Sun throug...