Essays

It’s Saturday Night in Chicago

02-20-10 Chicago, IL:

It’s Saturday night in Chicago. I’m listening to When the Devil’s Loose by A.A. Bondy and going mad with time and wine. As usual, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things, too many things. I’ve been thinking about where I am, where I’ve been and where I’m going. And for some reason today, I can’t stop thinking about a Bondy show I was at on June 18, 2009. I was so lucky to be there.

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The Roar of Morality

Now that I’m dead, I want to tell you a few things.

If I were still alive I would begin by telling you what day and time it was. I would tell you where I was and what I was doing while writing this. That’s how I used to like to start. But I am no longer afforded the freedoms of time, choice and action.

These are the things I’d like to talk to you about.

If you are still alive there is still time. It does not start tomorrow or the beginning of next week. It does not start at 9am or 5pm. It starts the second you come kicking and screaming into this world and it does not let up until it lets go. It begs you to do the same. When you fall to the side you are dead. No amount of breathing or breeding will change that.Read more