And it's the hardest part really. Finales usually are. Because you've been able to hold back in Maryland (after Halloween, not that there's much stress there) and you've been able to hold fast on the road (and yeah, kinda a bit of stress there) but now you're home. There's scotch. There's guitars. There's tortured memories of being....tortured? But ( Read more... )

After Change had sauntered through the door, plopped itself down on the couch and kicked its feet up on the Gemelli coffee table, he sighed. From the sight and smell of Change's shoes it was obvious it had taken a short cut through the horse pasture out back. He gave his best disapproving stare but he knew the reality of the situation. He was ( Read more... )

And then it hit him, like one of those all too easy insights that hits all of us under the guise of a simple thing brought on by too much alcohol ( Read more... )

It wasn't that he hated the fact that he was wrong (although knowing without a shadow of a doubt he was didn't help), it was the fact that everyone kept reminding him exactly how wrong he was. Which was, let's face it, irredeemably wrong. Irreversibly wrong. It was as if he was related to the Roman Centurion who had stabbed Jesus during the ( Read more... )

He was a preacher. It was a life he walked into fully realized. There was no pressure from the parents, he wasn't hiding from the horrible scary thing called life, and he suffered none of those great traumas that causes some to seek shelter in such places. He was a preacher of The One, The True and The Only because he believed in it. Because it ( Read more... )

He stood in the hallway wishing to believe in alternate realities and rest buttons.

As can happen in life there was a choice before him. To enter the hotel room or to leave the building entirely. It doesn't quite sound like Hamlet, but it doesn't have to.

The easy choice was to enter and reap all the short term rewards found there. To rape, plunder ( Read more... )

He was in that place again. The place that begins when days are already half over. A place that only exists due to voluntary excesses of the nights and weeks before. A place that doesn't seem overly bad, except for the fact that his mind kept screaming at him that it was.

He finds himself there unable to fully function and leaning on a self-pitying ( Read more... )

Know Your Market..

Now you've all been at this a lot longer than I have, and I know you *think* you know our market, but you're kinda wrong. Scratch that, you're dead wrong. You think the market is education, and who can blame you? You all keep hoping for that one deal where we place one machine for a demo, and it turns into an order for 120 for the ( Read more... )

He wanted to write. He loved to write.

Hrm, let us qualify that. He loved to write well. Better yet, he had almost figured out a way to tell if what he had written was any good (to cut down on the needless crap that others would have to push through, he was a helper at heart).

The problem was... that he was a critical writer. No, no, no. He wasn't ( Read more... )

You hear things. Things of vague goodness. So you wait. You wait for the vague goodness. Eventually it happens. And while it is good, it could be much better. Don't get me wrong, it's good and better than things were, but for some reason...it's just not great.

What the hell happen to that timeless, miracle thunderbolt that fixes all that came before ( Read more... )