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About Me

My wife and I own and publish The Eleventh Hour, which consists of three bi-weekly community newspapers in Macon, Statesboro, and Valdosta Georgia covering music, art, and politics. We also helped found Georgia Music Magazine, now owned by the great state of Georgia. Please don't send us your poetry though. I once went on a diet of only nuts, after watching the chipmunks for too long in the backyard of Alfredo Alcala. It was then I decided that introspection was for sissies, and began my quest to be like my daddy, simple in my pleasures, truthful and harsh in my wisdom, and a huge wheel of fortune fan. I am scared of couples, get togethers, neighborhoods, and anyone named after a disciple of Jesus. I love Dogs, Machetes, and anyone whose not white.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Someone with a terrible disease,or a wooden eye. I need someone to feel sorry for.

My Blog

Get Back...Those things will fucking kill you.

Part 26      I came home for a week from California for my brother's wedding.  It was the first time I'd been home in over a year, the first time I'd seen him in as long.&nb...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 16:57:00 GMT

Wheels -Tires -Black smoke fires

I wasn't kidding when I said that thinking about my daddy lying on the floor watching wheel of fortune gave me peace.   It wasn't because I pictured him being especially happy there, but the...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 17:22:00 GMT

Daddy, Pat Sajak, and a dude named Plant

Part 24I've always lived more in my head than anywhere else. Growing up in Vienna, the son of a mechanic, I was pretty much a legacy when it came to being country. And I could do it pretty well, I jus...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 05:25:00 GMT

Sinkwater Plumfish and Stinky Garcia

PART 23 The ranch became a really comfortable place for me.  While Ms. Vivian was sleeping, I'd sit on her porch overlooking the ocean, and listen to the buzz of hummingbird wings, and I'd wri...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 16:42:00 GMT

A semi-important something for all my important readers

I've gotten several emails over the past few weeks, asking why the stories at start at PART 12....It was a mystery to me until recently.  I'm not good at MyspaceThere is a blog archive button alo...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 06:42:00 GMT

Lend me your legs if they are better than mine

PART 22Not long after I quit the boys home, I got a job as a ranch hand up in the hills right outside of Santa Cruz for a old widow named Vivian BeBe.  Her husband had made a mint in the insuranc...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 17:59:00 GMT

Excuse me sir, but do you have any Grey Matter?

PART 21    Over the next few weeks, I spent a lot of time with Shep at the house, writing a menu for a restaurant we'd envisioned.   This place would be near the ocean, had sandwi...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 16:37:00 GMT

I stuck my finger in a duck...it was a Michigan Duck

Obviously I wanted a sign, so obviously, they were fucking everywhere.  I had always wanted a sign. I'd shoot an extra basket, or flip a quarter a dozen times, waiting for the outcome to tell me ...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 17:15:00 GMT

The Question is..Whatever You Ask..The Answer is..Whatever You Respond.

Part 19 The words I wrote the days before I quit the YMCA: Worked from 6 Am till 10pm, then I'm back tomorrow at six. My bones need a rest! Weariness is a cyst, killing things that matter to me....
Posted by on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 17:50:00 GMT

Gunpowder, Siddartha and a Box of Matches

PART 18There were a few days, down in Santa Cruz, near the beginning that were about as good as as they could get. I was 23 Years old.  I wrote this in one of my notebooks.   The wi...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 19:20:00 GMT