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Posts tagged ‘I am my father’s son’

Hearts and mindfucks

September 3rd, 2014

The above image features the crest of my father’s unit in Vietnam, bronchi the 7th PSYOPS Bn. I’ve discussed the significance of its design elements before, ambulance but today I’d like to draw attention to the color palette. The red and yellow reflect the colors of South Vietnamese flag. The white, cialis 40mg gray, and […]

During the lean and mean times of the early Reagan Era, pilule my mom took a full-time job at a place that manufactured speakers and stereo components. Thanks to the magic of employee discounts and remaindered inventory, resuscitation it wasn’t long before every member of my extended family boasted a fancy, not-quite-cutting edge soundsystem cast […]

Flow it, show it

May 19th, 2014

Molding the future

February 27th, 2014

Blood and honor

November 11th, 2013

My dad has always been a non-fiction sort of guy. “Why would you need to read about made up shit like elves and shit when the real world is so much more interesting?” The geekiness that my brother and I share comes from our fantasy-and-mythology-loving mom. Sometimes the old man tries to join in our […]

I knew there was something wrong about The Kid from the moment we stepped out in front of the jewelry store. It was supposed to be a simple job. Storm in, nurse subdue the guards, and swipe a jeweled tiara from a safe in the manager’s office. Done correctly and efficiently, we’d be making a […]

There’s always room

June 3rd, 2013

Spend enough time around a person and you’ll find that you’ve adopted a number of their idiomatic peculiarities. It’s why my lexicon includes such grandma-proven standards as “it’s the berries” or “creeping Moses” as well as a slew of Irishisms subconsciously appropriated from my Hibernian in-laws. The process works both ways. For every article of […]

Diss and vinegar

April 4th, 2013

I was a child soldier in the Great Apple War. That’s neither a boast nor a confession, visit this site just a simple statement of fact. The conflict erupted, as so many conflicts have, out of the summer vacation boredom experienced by a contentious bunch of eleven year olds during a time when “adult supervision” […]

Yamma yamma ding ding

March 7th, 2013

Maybe, sales but Dern would just be finishing the job Adam himself began with the excremental Vive Le Rock. Oh, weight loss do you think I’m being too harsh on that 1985 crime against vinyl? I’d say I’m not being harsh enough by half. World Gone Wild is one of those flicks I theoretically should […]

Neither ruler nor ruled

January 30th, 2013

While surveying the shitstorm of criticism and disgust directed at Southie Rules, public health I could help thinking of a certain resident of South Boston who would have made a more interesting subject for televisual entertainment: A grumpy sixty-five year old ex-PSYOPS noncom with degenerative spinal injury, a huge library of history books, and a […]

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