Just because you ought to know…

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg2 Comments

Made my way down to the computer to check my mail- one computer in the Rec Room. Where they are running bingo. I am surrounded by shapeless, ancient mummies peering at their cards, if they are not asleep and snoring, drooling on their cards. They can’t hear the caller as she shouts, so every number is up for irascible debate. …

Son of a bitch

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg4 Comments

My father shifted back again, and after all these years, the crazy scumbag can still get to me. The details are irrelevant. He turned and bit, savagely. His shift from “Good dad”  back to “Evil Bastard John” was marked by his having no memory of the last three weeks, including the room transefer ( where he’s visited me multiple times) …

You bes’ have my money, bitch….

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg4 Comments

I am rollin’ in the sweet gray haired honeys. I got your “Yoo- Hoo” right here… A care package arrived from fatr away, filled with ill gotten tools to my current state of pimpin’ style. The secret? Illegally gained orthodontic supplies. That’s right- with these black market babies, I am the man with the juice on the wards. You gots …

Thank you

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg0 Comments

I have some more stories to post, but I’ve been trying to turn my efforts to my book, so I have not posted much here. However, some things need to be said in a timely fashion. Sue and Jason, thank you kindly- I especially appreciate the earplugs. (Wait until I tell you aavout Joshua, the Howling Cartoon Tard. That one …

Decpmpression

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg1 Comment

Monday was, as I have mentioned, a horrifying clusterfuck. This AM started pretty poorly, too. However, one staff meeting, one doctor consultation,  some sushi, and one yelled-at nurse later, equilibrium has returned. So, I wanted to address this weekend. It went nothing like I expected- but went well in a few surprising ways. Saturday, Soulhuntre came and spent the day …

golian Clusterfuck, in Full and Vibrant Technicolor

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg5 Comments

So, as the cherry atop an utterly sucking Monday, my cell phone was destroyed. This has a number of ramifications: The one way I had established to be reached at with any continuity has been eliminated. The way I had to call out- and my phone book- is gone. The fine folk at Cobble Hill have a phone in my …

Word from the Outside

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg1 Comment

Lots of people have been generously offering visits, calls, letters and care packages. I’ll take ’em. But I don’t want to post my address or  cell number openly, nor do I have everybody’s email address here. So, if y’all are serious, send me a note at foolishh[email protected], and I’ll send you the necessary info. It’s amazing what a difference a …

Yoo Hoo!

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg8 Comments

“Yoo Hoo!” “Yoo Hoo!” I roll my pillow over my head, hoping, perhaps, to smother myself. “Yoo Hoo!” “Yoo Hoo!” “Yoo Hoo!” It then occurs to me, at 4:54 AM, that perhaps I am not the one to be smothered, and that no jury on earth could convict me. “Yoo Hoo!” It had started in th afternoon. Anytime anyone passed …

Morgan Sperlock can bite my wrinkled grey ass.

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg14 Comments

30 Days? Kid stuff. Six weeks. So- after surgery, a few things were determined: I have to stay off this foot until it heals. I will need six weeks of IV therapy. IV therapy at home is hell even with help. Living alone means I cannot stay off the foot. My insurance will not let me stay in the hospital, …