July 28, today, is my 22nd anniversary since moving to Austin. Twenty. Two. At the dumb, hopeful, stupid age of 28 I drove my broke ass to this town to sleep on a futon and have dreams. Now at 50 I sit my fat ass on my futon and wonder where my dreams got off …
Author Archives: Shawn
SCROTUS
I have nothing good to say, not after today. I don’t want talking. No. More. Useless. Talking. They hinted, leaked, and made rumors, but today it became true. The fed does not want to protect women. The fed does not want to take responsibility. The fed does not want to enforce the same rights across …
Gonna Be Alright
Late post, but after all these years, last week I saw Puscifer. I’m happy to report that it was an excellent show, despite having a nosebleed seat 5 rows from the back of the 2nd balcony. The sound in Bass Concert Hall was great, the staff was friendly, the seats were narrow like coach on …
Wires and Rhyme
I wrote a lot of poetry in my younger days. Like, a lot. It was my jam. Sometimes there was meter, sometimes there was rhyme, but I considered myself more of a free-verse poet. And most of it was terrible (bad poetry, oh noetry!). But I kept writing — so much so that my friend …
Missed Connections
I’ve forgotten how to relate. Spent a lifetime of thinking the possibility of a relationship was more important than having a relationship. Work has to go into it to bring it value. But, no. I focused on the possibility. And now it’s no longer possible. I’m an old man. The end.