Women and Whiskey: A Perfect Match

The rise of women consuming booze is no longer a new trend in the alcoholic beverage industry. But women who hail whiskey as their drink of choice? That's new. At least it seems so, on the surface.Forbes reports that around 37 percent of whiskey drinkers in the United States are women—up from seven percent in 2012....more

Monday Musings.

Can drinkin' likker really disinfect a wound?I don't mean, can consuming some alcohol clean a boo-boo. I mean, can the liquor that we drink, y'know, drinkin' likker, cleanse a wound, or maybe your hands, in a pinch?...more

When a Third World Came West

Blog Directory Overview: When a Third World Came West When I was 22 and at a therapy session with my doctor, he told me that I should write down in a journal what I had been through in the previous year. I had waged a battle between chaos and my level-headedness and the latter had won out. The doldrums of my common sense had finally taken over and left my sail through various exploits stationary, after a hectic ride of me chasing the eye of a stormy guy....more

Segment 18: When a Third World Came West

Blog Directory Segment 18: When a Third World Came West I was rocking my leg on the other against the beige and pink stitching of Kim’s couch while Sam took apart a CD player and studied it and while Kim six months pregnant, scrubbed the white aluminum sidings of her living room window ledges with Clorox cleaning spray....more

Segment 16 : When a Third World Came West

Blog Directory I was sitting on my porch smoking watching the mess Kim’s dog had made in the sand when Sam had offered it hot dogs and at the same time I was ringing up my brother and waiting for him to pick up on the other end of the line from back home in Orlando. This was the third cigarette I’d smoked in a half hour and with each time I’d called David they seemed to get shorter because I felt like inhaling them in more quickly....more

When a Third World Came West

Blog Directory Overview: When a Third World Came West When I was 22 and at a therapy session with my doctor, he told me that I should write down in a journal what I had been through in the previous year. I had waged a battle between chaos and my level-headedness and the latter had won out. The doldrums of my common sense had finally taken over and left my sail through various exploits stationary, after a hectic ride of me chasing the eye of a stormy guy....more

Red Wrist Bracelets

I had this friend, a friend of a friend, something, and I shouldn't but I sat her in her chair and saw she couldn't get over something. She was trying to drink her orange juice, listening to the cars that were driving with their music up too loud next to her broken Plexiglas window, and starring at the Window’s Media Player for something good to finally play on XM radio, on Seattle KEXP....more

Segment 10: When a Third World CameW est

I could hear the sound of his gears grinding and also I listened for a minute to the traffic around him, heard someone say Bumby and then heard cars zooming past other cars, the sounds some made when they were going faster than others and hitting their brakes too hard at busy intersections. It felt like he had more than one person on the line, that he was managing more than one conversation at once and he sounded like he didn’t have his voice on the receiver, that he was answering questions from someone sitting in the front seat....more

Segment 9: When a Third World Came West

Segment 9: When a Third World Came West I looked out my window trying not to stare at Sam and watched things I didn’t really care to see, like some trash dumps near a gravelly road and a torn up fence, and some tiny houses with car ports filled with ripped black trash bags and beaten up old cars. About ten minutes later the driver asked something that I couldn’t hear under his grovelly breath and I thought I heard “Where to”. I checked out the lake out my window, making out old benches and leaning palm fronses from the trees hanging all darkened near the edge....more

Segment 8: When a Third World Came West

We stayed and talked for awhile and I watched people walk by outside the window, able to drowned out the R & B music that was playing so loudly towards the right end of the room, with girls in short dresses grinding with guys in sweating button downs, their shirts now nearly wet by now. I turned to Sam and tried to make some small talk, but he said he couldn't hear me. He just kept putting a plastic cup of empty beer that someone had left, up to a silver beer tap next to Yeungling, lemons, cherries, limes in a black tray, and next to used hand rags that had brown beer stains on them....more
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