Moose rose from his stool in Mother’s Saloon at last call and tossed four twenties on the bar, not knowing how much he owed and not caring. He strolled out the front door and onto Ocean Beach. He peeled off his t-shirt and tossed it in the sand, then lumbered toward the water in his […]
on a not quite rainy san diego afternoon the ingestion of drugs evaporates shades of pretense and I see a world populated with pretenders and I wonder . . . who writes this script? every line thick with the profound as well as the absurd with splashes of sarcasm all at once I seek truths
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Fifteen years of my career as a teacher were spent at a little prairie high school of about 300 students. In a school that small, I taught most students all four years of high school, so I had the opportunity to truly appreciate them and their families, and to really make a difference with their