Category Archives: Weights

Chapter 11. Sunlight, nature’s best disinfectant was clearing out the last few doppler shadows…

Sunlight, as nature’s best dis­in­fec­tant, was clear­ing out the last few doppler shad­ows bridg­ing the bel­li­cose scen­esters and hair­spray gob­lins al­ready on the lurk for the lapsed chances of­fered to the quick and the dead first and then to the able and the ea­ger still catch­ing up on some great es­cape plan as they race […]

Chapter 10. Elected to the Republican slate of delegates for Richard Nixon from the Great State of Tennessee…

Elected to the Republican slate of del­e­gates for Richard Nixon from the Great State of Tennessee, I was in no way a king­mak­er. After all, Richard Nixon raked in 5,378,704 votes in the pri­ma­ry or 86.92% of the votes cast, and 47,168,710 votes or 60.7% of those votes cast in the November gen­er­al, a pul­sat­ing land­slide vic­to­ry, mea­sur­ably […]

Chapter 9. Mediocrity, or powerhouse upstarts never appealed to this writer…

Mediocrity, or pow­er­house up­starts nev­er ap­pealed to this writer, my grow­ing pen­chant for ac­tu­al­i­ty ta­bles in every­thing that mat­tered, every­thing in its right­ful place, sport­ed vis­cer­al mus­cle all its own, but I was com­pelled to the awe­some place where rock sol­id dy­nas­ties swooned to the Icarian mys­ter­ies a sud­den­ly mol­e­c­u­lar un­der­dog brought in­to the scheme, a seem­ing­ly spon­ta­neous­ly […]

Chapter 8. When my firstborn left home, trimming the mouths to feed

When my first­born left home, trim­ming the mouths I had to feed from eight to sev­en, I cut back from four cups of rice to two. We ate rice near­ly every night for years. Sometimes with beans, some­times with a scram­bled meat dish. Lots of casseroles, too. Times were hard. Hello. My name is Peggy. I have known many, […]

Chapter 3. The Former Congressman Swore An Air Force Hospital…

The for­mer con­gress­man swore an Air Force hos­pi­tal had nev­er been lo­cat­ed in Palm Beach County. He was a home­town boy, an ha­bit­u­al ser­vant of the coun­ty un­til com­ing to Washington, knew every syn­chro­nized inch of that ex­cru­ci­at­ing­ly op­por­tunis­tic, glitz in­fest­ed, cap­ti­vat­ing, terse, par­alin­gusit­i­cal­ly vain but roy­al­ty free com­pound par­adise. But ever since the fer­al drug […]

Chapter 2. We’ll get to the official purposes of my morning…

We’ll get to the of­fi­cial pur­pos­es of my morn­ing rou­tine lat­er, but let me walk you through the ba­sics. Are you record­ing this? Come on peo­ple. Let’s get our sto­ry straight. Will some­body please shuf­fle me a freak­ing elec­tron­ic de­vice that will please on some non-sadistic lev­el work some mag­ic fuck job on our Greenwich Village […]

Chapter 1. Never fails. Another fat day in the frat boy war…

Never fails. Another fat day in the frat boy war zone, lov­ing­ly called The War Zone in some parts of the Deep South, finds the smil­ing pres­i­dent slid­ing an­oth­er five fin­ger dis­count speech in­to the Middlesex American Sawbuck Party’s spend­ing habits, and it seems he’s tak­ing no pris­on­ers with this one. Tweet, tweet. Some prayers […]