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Posts tagged ‘existential dread’

The autumn of 1988 was an oasis of calm before the impending shitstorm. My family’s dysfunctions had metastasized into a weird state of equilibrium. My mother was still a basket case and my father was still out of control, but there was a sense that the situation had leveled out just enough for me to […]

While 1987 had been a non-stop shopping spree of (mostly ill-advised) game purchases, 1988 ended up being very subdued on that front. My family’s dysfunctions had begun to enter their terminal phase, marked by violent outbursts which made me increasingly reluctant to have friends over. Money became tight. My brother and I lost the paper […]

It’s time for the entry I’ve been dreading since I first embarked on this feature. It has little to do with the game in question and everything to do with the historical context. In the latter half of 1987, my dad got busted for drunken driving. He wasn’t technically operating the vehicle when it happened. […]

I know all this and more

April 29th, 2017

Sometime during the summer of 2005, Maura spotted a tuxedo kitten with a white nub on the tail beating the living shit out of one of our blackberry brambles. We named her Nubby, and set out a dish of whatever cat-acceptable things we had in the fridge. Nubby must’ve been satisfied with the ad hoc […]

“I stayed up last night reading William Blake poems to my dying cat” sounds like the stuff of satire, a dig at the pseudo-intellectual affectations of the hipster class. Yet it’s the truth, though the cause of it was incidentally pedestrian. Lil Baby Setzer has hung in there longer than we’d anticipated upon hearing her […]

My poor baby

April 14th, 2017

This is very difficult for me, because I was raised to believe that my problems are my own to solve. I took in Lil Baby Setzer (named because we first though she was a male and because ‘stray cat’) when she and her sister Nubby were pregnant ferals hanging around our back yard. She has […]

Forty-five or fight

March 13th, 2017

I entered this world at 11:58 AM on March 13, 1972 at Fort Bragg’s Womack Army Hospital. My dad was well-liquored up when during the event, visibly recoiling at the sight of the wrinkled squirming infant he had a part in creating. When he showed up later and slightly more sober at my mother’s room, […]

Where we are

February 21st, 2017

Two weeks ago tonight, I began to feel a throbbing pain in my jaw while prepping the household garbage for the following morning’s pick-up. I’m no stranger to dental issues, but this incident came on strong and out of nowhere. The weird thing about tooth pain (and gut pain and knee pain and every other […]

Dress back jump back

January 12th, 2017

As a young punk rocker living in only sorta-shitty times, I would get chills whenever my “NICE PRICE” cassette copy of the first Clash album spooled up “(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais.” I knew fuck all about reggae or ska apart from some references to Madness I barely understood and the Caribbean phase of Eighties […]

I had big plans for this site in the new year, but the universe had other plans. Normal service will be resumed shortly, I hope. Until then, here’s a GTA Online screencap that sums up my 2017 thus far. Recommended listening:

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