Tag Archives: Kevin Ridgeway

The Coffee Mugs

Pop robbed banks and not very well: he’s been to every penitentiary in the state, has met so many lowlife scumbags that we brag about it amongst ourselves our dirty little survivor secrets once the old man took an arts … Continue reading

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A Supermarket in Suburban Los Angeles

The fat mother and her seven kids are bee stings into my ears near the arsenic-laced juice aisle gasping for air to scream at The meth-headed rocker is spending far too much time perusing the gray discount cans of soup, … Continue reading

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No More Refills

Antidepressants are a welcome addition to my life they make me numb enough to shake off the doom, and gradually I feel mildly peachy and preachy enough to dance the automaton through the sands of foggy time. My well-being is … Continue reading

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