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About Me

My full and proper name is John Kenneth Mills McCoin. That's right, there's two middle names there. Ay here's the rub. The kind lady at the Birth Certificate office decided to mend my last name (McCoin) and my second middle name (Mills) together with the skillfull use of the Hyphen. It's an ancient technique that never really caught on. So my real name is actually John Kenneth Mills-McCoin. I moonlight as an economist. I spend two hours of every day dueling with various attorneys and their incessant legal jargon. Erstwhile, my passions and personality maintain a steady diet of danger that usually recreates itself in my silly reflections and stories that you will find strewn about myspace. I simply adore my friends and family and am willing to travel to the other end of the universe for some . I would say I have a busy schedule. Busy with what, you ask? I travel. I write. I explore and invent. I barter. I paint, on occasion. I drink. The liver within my physical form is constantly experiencing an onslaught of champagne and Jameson, almost exclusively. I'm always up for taking an impromptu trip south of the border. Mexico is sorta my home away from the zoo cage of Houston.I fancy women that smell nice, play naughty, and cook naked.Starting a sentence with the word, "I" annoys me to the brink of insanity. Ha Ha..too late. Music makes my mind turn thanks to my friend J Mo. I fancy poetry, prose, and gonzo.In the August of my 23rd year, I decided to grow a handle-bar mustache. He's doing well. Thanks for asking.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Her Majesty the Queen of England, along with the good citizens of McCoinsville, TN; Frank Sinatra, and a band of gypsies represented in court by Carl Lazlo.

My Blog

The Free Press Houston

Who would have thought that a bat shit crazy arabian would give me my first job as a journalist? Ok, well those of you who saw it coming, your next drink is on me.So for the past couple of months I h...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 00:59:00 GMT

Vegetarian for the experience

It's May 1st. Some months ago, I decided to become a vegetarian for the month of May. A great many of my friends are vegetarians and I want to know what this bullshit is about. I'm a little worried...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 07:51:00 GMT

IS THERE SUCH A THING AS BAD ART?

Mills-McCoinIs There Bad Art? Whatever conflicted dream I had the night before left me with the grave question, "Is there such a thing as bad art?" After answering instinctually myself, I realized I ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 09:23:00 GMT

Space Capone: Transformation

Space Capone: Transformation Aaron Winters was tucked away in his bedroom one night, reading another biography about Larry Bird when he heard a scratching at the bottom of his door. Given Aaron's rat...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 19:19:00 GMT

Tuesday Night Music Club (Sheryl Crow Uninvited)

Tuesday night started out as "Tuesday Night" but quickly transformed into "Wednesday Morning Sing-A-Long." I'm inclined to blame whiskey, Billy Joel, and the phonograph for any noise ordinances that ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 12:42:00 GMT

NYC Plane Flight and Prologue

I have no idea where to start. I'm flying to New York right now and I really want a cigarette- there's a start. On top of that, it's January 2, 2008 and I still have yet to fully decide on a New Yea...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 21:49:00 GMT

Slightly Better Than An 8th Grade Education

A misspent youth is still better than a youth not spent at all; and then there's Ricky Young, who spent most of his youth in bar bathrooms. But if you know anything about Ricky Young, you...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 06:45:00 GMT

A Widow’s Monologue

Well, I guess to be honest (which I should be on a day like today), I can say that I never really knew him. I mean, I loved him dearly of course but I never really knew about the things he wanted. H...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 14:35:00 GMT

The Guy Lost his leg and...

Patrick was beginning to think that the boat would never stop; but after four days hiding in the bowels çof a cargo ship bound for Morocco- you know when the boat stops. And it did. So Patrick climb...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 23:03:00 GMT

Start Salivating Now

..> The ValentinesA Story by Mills-McCoin .. ....>On a Saturday in the February of 1959, four young boys set out on a journey to go play on the gospel church's playground. The red boy noticed ahea...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 08:45:00 GMT