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Human Rights Advocate

You know, something that I say at every show I do now–because I fine my speeches down so they’re very short–is that at some point in everybody’s life, they have to decide whether or not they believe in the 1948 … Continue reading

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The Complicated Dance

            Ain’t no cup of coffee like an AA cup of coffee            Anyone who’s had one will tell you so            You can stop at a coffee shop            Have a cup … Continue reading

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Beauty in Solitude

It was known as Ultima Thule, which means in Latin, “beyond the known world.” It was changed because Ultima Thule had some significance regarding Nazi sympathizers. It became Arrokot, which comes from the Powhatan tribe of the Chesapeake Bay. It means … Continue reading

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Vain Posturing

I wrote a song called “Party Favors” while living in the dormitory. It’s just about the darkest lyric I have penned. It was the only song I could perform competently. Walking down the street in Richmond, I saw a friend … Continue reading

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One Fine Moment

It was a hot summer day. Clay was inside the supermarket, buying beer. I was standing outside, smoking a cigarette. A young girl came outside, with a sly attitude. There were two long rows of shopping carts, with a space … Continue reading

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Films that Changed Me

Eleven years old, alone at home… It was the early days of cable, we had HBO (the only game in town). I’d seen advertisements for The Elephant Man. It was coming on—it was rated PG. I decided to watch it. It … Continue reading

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Punk in Context

              The only punk rock music I really got into was the Dead Kennedys. A great guy I knew in high school, Jason, loaned me the records Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death … Continue reading

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Bizarre Jobs

Entrepreneur: We didn’t stay in California long. It was my first semester of kindergarten, and Stephen was in second grade. We came up with the idea of having a “plant sale” on the front lawn. We gathered containers and put … Continue reading

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In Front of People

In high school, the senior play for the class just ahead of me was Bye Bye Birdie. I ran sound. Brian, who played the lead role, was a friend. My first instrument was bass, and the first guitarist I jammed … Continue reading

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Visitor Center

There was a war going on. A friend was in the Army, in the middle of the action. He could have backed out after September 11, but it only strengthened his conviction. There were gaps in my work history. I … Continue reading

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Ill Manners and Hope

My mouth was terribly dry. I was waiting for family at El Cazador, the only true Mexican restaurant in town. I figured that, when my family got there, I could go inside and order an iced tea. In front of … Continue reading

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Theft and Hope

I went to the bank for a roll of quarters. As I handed him the ten-dollar bill, the teller asked if I was going to wash my car or do laundry. There was a teller I liked standing behind him, … Continue reading

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The Promise Keepers

A friend from Seattle visited me in Nashville in the fall of 1997. We were both editors of underground publications. We had met briefly at a restaurant in D.C., three years earlier. In that cruddy little apartment on Evelyn Avenue, … Continue reading

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It’s Spring

The golden strandOf the ceremonial stringCalls out beyond intelligence:  it’s spring. Spring is never happy,Spring is always dull.It’s a lie that  flowers bloom  and the yellow moon  shines bright upon the earth.  It’s a lie. Fools play in the fields.They … Continue reading

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High School Biometrics

A long time ago, I graduated from Appomattox County High School. Things were simpler then. Not better, but simpler. Maybe different is the right word. This was before the horrors of Columbine, before the War on Terror, before internet bullying, … Continue reading

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Horror

As dictated by the letter X, I liked Stephen King as a teenager. I read Firestarter, Pet Sematary, Thinner, and two short story collections. Pet Sematary was first-rate horror. It contained one of the most terrifying sentences in modern literature: … Continue reading

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My Tandy

To quote Milhouse, “I’m not a nerd…nerds are smart.” I don’t even know the difference between nerds and geeks. Yet, I have no problem calling myself a vintage computer geek. In its day, the Tandy 1000SX was one of the … Continue reading

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