They say it’s a slow, horrible way to die. This morning my father suggested I seriously consider finding a group home to live in, as he will shortly be discontinuing his aid. A group home. The entire point of bothering to have the fucking foot sawed off rather than let it fucking kill me was…
I still dream of him. In my dreams I shower him with desperate love and affection, trying to make up for all the times I missed the chance, or treated hin badly, or uprooted his life, or worse. Often I apologize, and if I don”t, I think I should have when I wake. I miss…
A recent trip to Coney Island stirred up some memories, and redhead_sue helped bring them back it into focus- thank you, Sue. Coney is special to me, as it’s special to a lot of people- but what is fascinating is that it seems different to each person, that every person touched by it bears away a distinct…
I got out today, to say goodbye to Coney Island before it dissapears, and meet a group of folks gathering to celebrate nice n” evil’s birthday. It was a bright, sunny day, and felt wonderful to be outside. I traveled in with my droogs Ken Soulhuntre (who braved the discomforts of “the big blue room”…
I just started a “Droogs Only” filter, so that while I’m still laid up in this geriatric rathole – and in the future- I can use LJ a little more honestly with my actual friiends and intimates, while screening it from the hoardes of teeming monkeys. So, if you can see this, revel in your…
It occured to me that I had not made the announcement here, where I could reach lots of folks at once… My team and I scored a big break. In the current issue of Heavy Metal magazine, we have a story. (May 2007, green HM logo) Now, the reason this is a big deal:Heavy Metal has…
A few good things have happened since I was newly incarcerated and trimmed neatly beneath the knee. First, Iv’e made a couple of new friends. Some folks have made an effort to travel out to bumfuck Brooklyn and visit me- Colin and some of the ladies of Rapture -, most notably Mistresses Sade and Ardenne;…
…and His Lordship’s artificial limb could not be found.So goes a favorite panel of mine from the works of Edward Gorey, and so goeth I. The saga of my ailing right foot is finally at an and, as my right leg now comes to an end just above mid- shin. Surprisingly, this is a Good…
A visit to the podiatrist today was a mixed blessing. The wound I have been nursing for months is healing well. Oxygen treatments and diligent care are paying off. But a long talk with the doc enlightened me to something I had been desperately not hearing. Many of the conditions I have been living under,…
My last week in the nursing home, I finally ran out of – well- everything. My roommate, who had up until then been quiet, had his medication changed at the insistance of his ignorant, goatfucking inbred slumcrawling family. This made him miserable- and loud. All night, every night he would cry out to God. “Oh…
“Survival is victory” I have managed to patch my life back together after my debiliating rehab stay, and have finally gotten back on line. Daddy’s home. “The only Emporor is the Emperor of Ice Cream”
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…
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…
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…
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…