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A year and a day ago today…
A year and a day ago today… My brother and The Old Man made the trip to South Carolina to help me move out of my then-home, leaving the STBX and The Boy in the process. I hope never in my life to have to do anything that emotionally draining…
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the worst laid plans
The Boy and I arrive tonight at our hotel in Summerville. I decided to call the STBX to arrange “the exchange” for tomorrow. When I ask what time she wants to get The Boy, she tells me that she’s in Charlotte (a three hour drive from my current location) and…
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a new low
I was packing the van to bring The Boy back to South Carolina when the STBX called to inform The Boy that his fish had died. He, naturally, was very upset but he handled it very well all things considered. I understand that the STBX is a chaos freak, and…
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Some Kind of Monster, part 3
The following is a re-telling of an event that occurred on the night of Saturday June 8th into the morning of Sunday June 9th 2013. It is on a very short list of the most shameful experience of my life. It has taken me literally two weeks to process everything…
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the Ring’s the thing
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring…
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Some Kind of Monster – Part 2
The following is a re-telling of an event that occurred on the night of Saturday June 8th into the morning of Sunday June 9th 2013. It is on a very short list of the most shameful experience of my life. It has taken me literally two weeks to process everything…
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Some Kind of Monster – a near-tragedy in 3 parts
The following is a re-telling of an event that occurred on the night of Saturday June 8th into the morning of Sunday June 9th 2013. It is on a very short list of the most shameful experience of my life. It has taken me literally two weeks to process everything…
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An answer to the question “to ink or not to ink…”
When I first left Charleston and returned to Michigan, I thought a lot about getting a tatoo. I don;t have any tatoos. It’s something I have thought about off and on for years but there have been a few mitigating factors holding me back: could I stomach the pain of…
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