“Oh. Oh my. He’s not going to be happy.” My heart has gone into my throat momentarily at the usher’s words. She is looking at our tickets gravely. My friend Paul and I have arrived fifteen minutes late to the World Cafe in Philadelphia to see and listen to Henry Rollins. It’s my fault – […]
He finally had the right tool for the job. And when all one had was a scythe, Timmy figured it was time to start cutting motherfuckers.
I smell a very short fiction entry coming on today. And Ill have some time in which to do it too! Always makes me happy!
For those who’ve come across the ossua.com domain’s home page, you may have noted the infamous Apache error page. No longer! I’m a step closer to having an honest to god site. An ugly site to be sure – but don’t disparage. There’ll be some more stuff up eventually.
If you grew up when I did, young adult fiction was a little different. You might remember Judy Blume. Or maybe John Bellairs? The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew really shouldn’t be foreign concepts for the thirty-something set. They may have even been the only hardcover books in YA that some of us had. For […]
When I was twelve years old, a very strange thing happened to me. I had just been retrieved from Camp Roosevelt, a summer camp facility run by the Boy Scouts of America. I was still short for a boy, and I had yet to hit my growth spurt that would turn me into a young […]
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