Roddenberry Got It Wrong.

  I stood alongside my close friend and his Brother three days ago, while they said a last goodbye to their Father, who’d finally succumbed to a protracted battle with esophageal cancer. I wept for Daniel, the deceased. I wept for my friend Paul, and his Brother Neil, whom I’d only just met. I knew […]

Happy Birthday, Fucker.

Fuck you, you died. I’m still mad at you. I’m also drunk, after work. So, this prose is as good as it gets. While I drown myself in Bourbon and the remembrance of a Soulmate (among others) who betrayed me, as everyone eventually does. Fuck you Mikey. You died. I don’t mourn anymore, I’m just […]