Sunday, April 19, 2015

The Gambler

At times, the big empty closes in too hard on me. Through the years I’ve

learned to battle back and now I’m surrounded by electronic distracters and their

moronic life sucking issue. Still my overriding thought is: I got no action going

on anything. Too much life is out there, I need some action on something. I’m

forced to move from soft overstuffed to hard bar stool.

It’s the overpowering pain of reality crashing hard against a stone wall built

over the last 5000 years. I feel I have read every book, thought every thought, but

the lines all stretch to the same tedious argument, an argument which cannot

be solved, and I cannot snap those lines or even stretch them a tad without

destroying some of the sanity. No matter the cost, the empty needs a bet down

or it becomes overpowering. Fuck it, fuck it, I got to go. Three months of control

has been three months too long. I know I can dodge one bullet. I slip on my

shoes, throw on a jacket, and I’m off to the Tap.

On the stool next to me tonight sits Ottis, a man who has solved his

problems, slipped his burden, and found a way to say that which has to be said

without the disapproval of the world. He screams, grimaces, mouths, and

whispers the deepest secrets of his being to his drink. But no sound comes forth

from his lips.

He seems startled when I ask, “How’s things tonight, Ottis?” He jerks

back, eyes wide. Looks at me without comprehension, then regains his composure,

turns, and again pours forth his silent lament to his as yet untouched drink. I’ve

watched Ottis over the last five years and never heard a sound issue from his lips.

When Larry comes over, I order three shots of gin, three bottles of beer,

and tell Larry to put a K on the Knicks tonight. Larry turns to look at the very

large black man sitting at the right end of the bar.

“You been gone some time now, Matt. You sure you want to start the

Merry-Go-Round again?”

“Damn T-Bo, you turning social worker? You know I always pay.”

“Take it,” nods T-Bo to Larry. “Some people learn hard. Just be in to pay up tomorrow, by two.”

“Pay up by two, pay up by two. You ever think about learning a new song?”

“Don’t be jacking your jaws at me, Matt. Best remember this business, we

not friends.”

Gambler’s Rule Number One: don’t piss off your bookie.

I turn back to my drinks, line them up neatly in a soldierly formation. I used to

order scotch shots

Saturday, March 21, 2015

I still love to golf, but with my stiff lower back, I find it much easier to miss the cup by an inch or two and then just pick it up.  There is a movement now in golf for a 15 in cup.  I am all for it, as I already use it.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Review of THE BLACKOUT by Stephanie Erickson

...absence of light brings uncertainty and fear - A beautiful line from a book I just finished. THE BLACKOUT by Stephanie Erickson is such an excellent novel, I recommend it for everyone.
This is an end of the world - what if the worst happened scenario but she handles it without the total gloom and doom of recent reads. Always exciting and fast moving, she writes with a quick wit and a deep understanding of human nature. She left me feeling that friendship, pets, and love are even more important in the bad times. Congrats Stephanie, you entertained and left me feeling better about the human condition.
I give youR first novel 5 STARS.
You can reach her at
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Tuesday, November 25, 2014


Never doubt that where we stand
Sylphs and elves and fairies ran.
Enchantment rules where now we live
Magic powers come from what we give.

Our lives are set in science and math
From birth we're firmly shown that path.
We soon know that age and death
Will come to claim our final breath.

My truth is that time matters not
When enchantment holds sway o'er our lot
This blessed place is for us bound
Only when our magic can be found.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Today was beautiful, my writing group heard the section I wrote in my new Matt series and they loved it as far as I could tell.  Then, a quick sandwich and off to golf.  Florida sunshine and a gorgeous course, everything was beautiful.  Then came the worm to ruin the apple. 
I was part of a four some, the two golfers in the other cart were a husband and wife.  The husband simply could not let his wife enjoy the day.  On every shot, he let her know what she had done wrong and how to correct it.  After four holes, I quit and returned to the clubhouse.  Not sure how thier two-some did.  He should be glad that few golfers are packing. 
So Mark, if you are reading my blog, you are the jerk who ruined the day for at least three of us.  I ask you sincerely, can you wife ever be a good enough golfer for you and does the score she shoots actually matter to anyone (except you} ever?

Life will be better with a wife who is happy if not a great golfer.

THANK GOD THE ELECTION IS OVER.  My wish for the future is that only honest politians run for office.  Since that can't happen, perhaps we should only have convicted felons run.  The ads would make more sense that way.  The average felon imprisoned with a life sentence would not be able dodge every question and turn every lie into a truth.  It would be so refreshing if the two idiots on stage for the debate actually took out machetes and hacked each other to death. 

Should such a thing have happened here in florida with the Charlie Chris and Govenor Scott, I believe Gov. Scott would have once again taken the 5th.