#55 Mugshot (A contribution piece by Sister Rampage)

Our guest writer is an environmental and social justice activist, wine enthusiast, & chocolate lover!
She also happens to be our drummer's sister.

 

A guy I know is dying.  

I realize this statement is applicable to everyone…

#54 A Resurrection of Traditions

When I was a kid, Easter was my favorite holiday. My mom would painstakingly decorate our house with vibrant hanging eggs, cute little rabbits, & vases of plastic lilies. Her fabulous mod decorations haven't changed since the 1970s and…

#53 When Life Bites You in the Ass, Bite Back!

I once dated a guy with a mentally ill dog. It was difficult to be in the same room as the miserable mutt, because of the unyielding way he would snarl and foam at the mouth, maliciously gazing at me…

#52 Instant Gratification

My grandfather was a front-line machine gunner in WWII. He likely shot down more people in the 18 months he spent on the front lines, than I have sung for during my 20 years as a musician. Yet on his…

#51 Ya Gotta Have Faith...

In my lifetime there have been 3 memorable world events that have caused mass hysteria, which in turn, have brought out the very best and the very worst in humanity: Y2K, 911, and now COVID-19. One thing I've learned…

#50 Competition

I go to the gym a couple times a week in an attempt to blow off steam and so I can feel better about myself in the event anybody ever asks me if I work out. To be sure…

#49 Bidding (A contribution piece by Michael Prenosil)

(Michael Prenosil- author, poet, public speaker, & human rights activist)

I come from unwanted stock, not a miracle of life. I come from a place not many truly survive. From a grocery store of human flesh ripe for…

#48 One Year

One year ago I had this hair-brained idea to document some of the dysfunction that goes on inside my head- partly to exorcise the demons in my amygdala and partly to see if some of my interpretations of life's nuances…

#47 When I Grow Up

In my brain, I'm still a youngster just trying to figure out what I'm going to do with myself, what my purpose in life is, and basically who & what I want to be when I grow up... The problem…

#46 Gear Head

My first car was a 1968 Chevelle Malibu. My dad wanted me to have something reliable, classy, and a vehicle that would take a beating- should I ever hit a deer or drive into a ditch, which I did. I'd…

#45 Our Big Break

It was a frigid February evening, and Danny Rampage & I had been arguing. He left to grab some drinks with colleagues and I, feeling frustrated & irritated, decided to go to bed early. I did my usual bedtime routine…

#44 Trophy Husband

Because I grew up poor, I always assumed I was going to make it up to myself by marrying into money. I had visions of lavishing myself with exorbitant gifts, treating myself to luxurious vacations, and being able to shop…