Jim was kind of off the wall. A local character. He'd sweet-talk dollars out of people in town, as charming as he was weird. I think every town has a guy like Jim, a fucked up soul with no future, but who, for whatever reason, is liked by neighbors. Jim had prison tattoos from his earlier years as a hellraiser, when he shot up, smoked, and snorted ( Read more... )

Call me heartless, because I probably am.

I talked with my mother on Sunday, and she let me know that my Aunt Sandy got diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer. She's my step-father's sister, but they've been in my life since I was small. Anyway, her entire family is in total denial that this woman in her early fifties is likely going to die of cancer ( Read more... )

Coffee Guy. Boy does he burn my britches. And not in the good way.

I dated this guy this past winter who was pretty groovy. He was 40, very smart, handsome, and successful. I really liked him. We met for coffee a few times, and I'd say we really clicked. There was a lot of chemistry. I definitely was excited about our prospects, but I wasn't overly ( Read more... )

Paul (my roommate, for those who didn't know) likes to put peanuts in his Coke. No, seriously. He does. He likes peanuts in his Coke, but he'd never heard of putting sour cream on chili.

Now, for me, I can't imagine chili WITHOUT sour cream. I mean, chili, cheese, sour cream. It's the dish. That's what comes with it. It would be like saying "I'd ( Read more... )