It was the ultimate oxymoron. A cool funeral. One that honored life, not death. One for a man who lived a life of rich poverty as part of the JPUSA community since 1988. Don. Don was a living reminder that life is fleeting, that every day is burning a hole in your pocket and to think twice of how … Continue reading Spent
There is a running joke in the kitchen. Portello’s. It’s a local restaurant that donates meat scraps to our kitchens that many believe should have been scrapped. But others feel it’s a gift from God, or McManna. Let me try to explain Portello’s. The texture is particle board meets grizzle. The color is fifty shades … Continue reading Grey Meat, White Lies.
I call him skeeter. That’s what Frank* reminds me of.Actually, with his tweed cap and trimmed beard, Frank reminds me of someone who should be smoking a pipe at an English pub instead of making cornbread at a Jesus Hippie Community. Anyway, he started telling me his story while cracking thirty six eggs. “I was a drug evangelist. I liked … Continue reading Mosquito Theology
“It’s all yours!” She handed me the key to the room, which was slightly smaller than her corset. A few weeks prior, the space was equally as intriguing as her couture, a decorating style I dubbed Italian Cemetery. White plaster gargoyles and figurines were mounted on the walls, adorned with wreathes of dried roses. All … Continue reading No Carpet.