War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Personally, I’m pretty-much sick and tired of the fuckin’ public. As manager of a liquor store, I’ve seen just about every kind of asshole, listened to way-too many deplorably-sad stories, and encountered a general mass of people who in recent times have become so delusional, and so fucked-completely-up, it’s really hard to fathom. And it ain’t just…
Cloudy and rainy this Saturday morning on California’s north coast, creating an Old Testament-gothic-like feeling of sadness and depression. Except — just now seen from my back patio, a small hole opening in the thick-cloud layer, sun streams pouring through in awesome Cecil D. Demille fashion, dramatic and soul stirring, even beautiful. Reality, however, burns…
