Memo: re the solar eclipse

Date: 8/21/17 To: All madmen, drummers, bummers, Indians in the summer, teenage diplomats, all-hot half-shots, fleshpot mascots, young Scotts with a slingshot, bloodshot forget-me-nots, brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preachers from the East, new-mown chaperones, fresh-sown moonstones, silicone sisters, manager's misters, Go-Cart Mozarts, Early-Pearlies, hazards from Harvard, backyard bombadiers, dudes with a calling card, shooting … Continue reading Memo: re the solar eclipse

“I’ll have an order of anxiety, with a side of existential panic.”

I'm not a potential criminal, but I can't help feeling like the psycho killer in the song of the same name by the Talking Heads: I can't seem to face up to the facts I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire Don't touch me I'm a … Continue reading “I’ll have an order of anxiety, with a side of existential panic.”