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Beneficence
The job hell has finally left me insane. I can’t stand one more fucking Christmas watching everyone else happy, assured, comfortable in material terms. Can not STAND IT. Who wants to be the guy who can’t join in, doesn’t dare speak (“you ruined everyone’s Christmas!”), desperate for any cause for hope, but there’s nothing keeping him company in ( Read more... ) -
Christmas at Bloomies
I’d like to get back to posting here, Facebook’s facile & more and more, I don’t know why I bother. Sure could use some dope. Guy next to me just sat down and his parka reeks of it. Jen’s at an open call for Bloomie’s a couple blocks away. I’m at the Subway Inn, which has moved. It had the hold on husbands furtive, useless while their wives ( Read more... ) -
September 11, 2001
Copyright © April 17, 2018 by John T. Foster ( Read more... ) -
Rev Jen: where have I been?
So, I haven't done the Anti-Slam in well over a year. Mostly, it was due to lack of venues. I was hesitant to ask Jack's because you don't shit where you eat and Jack's is where I eat, drink, use the Internet and chat with people when I'm lonely so no one light the place on fire. Old Man Hustle was the last venue. I think the phrase "shit-show" ( Read more... ) -
Airport Bar II
Airport bar. They always suck. This one was O’Hare. I ordered a Bloody Mary, what’d I get? -- tomato juice spiked with vodka. That is not a Bloody Mary ( Read more... ) -
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The neurosurgeon warned me. "You're going to have a very hard time ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
I am beating myself to death. August 2010, doing landscaping, I fucked up some spine thing. Was injured. Sports kind of injury ( Read more... ) -
They live! the Puritans
A man drives off the road into a ditch. His car's stuck. It's snowing. He gets out, starts trying to push it ( Read more... ) -
Dear Mr. President
I can't sleep. You don't bounce 1.5 zees plus a 25 oz beer off two bars, five beers and a shot because tomorrow's the big show, then four more beers to get that off me and not sleep, not 4 workouts in past 11 days or I don't. The idea was not taking that crap anymore. You work out serious, you sleep. Unless you're not to sleep. Which occurs to ( Read more... ) -
it's snowing
It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
Won't see another one
And then he sang a song ....
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day.
"Never saw her ( Read more... )
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