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  • atomic girl was there so was balloon boy and chainlink man the destroyer did tricks for all the kids fog lass was there so were the ghost, the iceberg, the…

    THE SUPERHERO PICNIC

    Posted on February 13, 2012 | No Comments
    atomic girl was there so was balloon boy and chainlink man the destroyer did tricks for all the kids fog lass was there so were the ghost, the iceberg, the…

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  • Dear Earl, The talk we had between us is etched upon my brain. Conversing is like horse-shoes played while waiting for a train or time spent watching paint dry or…

    JIM WRITES TO COUSIN EARL

    Posted on February 1, 2012 | No Comments
    Dear Earl, The talk we had between us is etched upon my brain. Conversing is like horse-shoes played while waiting for a train or time spent watching paint dry or…

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  • Dear Uncle Slim, The kingdom of experience makes the blackjack barber scream. He protests his indifference, but keeps his conscience clean. He speaks of matchstick models of thoughts that he…

    JIM’S LETTER TO HIS UNCLE SLIM

    Posted on January 29, 2012 | No Comments
    Dear Uncle Slim, The kingdom of experience makes the blackjack barber scream. He protests his indifference, but keeps his conscience clean. He speaks of matchstick models of thoughts that he…

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  • If you really want to know the truth it all started after I got fired. I don’t blame them, though. Then things started too happen too fast and that’s why…

    JIM GETS FIRED

    Posted on January 29, 2012 | No Comments
    If you really want to know the truth it all started after I got fired. I don’t blame them, though. Then things started too happen too fast and that’s why…

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  • Like Jim, most guys can’t think of anything. Jim’s brain is like a room or a house with no furniture, and besides, he has a lousy vocabulary and if he…

    JIM’S MEMORY IS TRIGGERED BY A SMELL

    Posted on January 27, 2012 | No Comments
    Like Jim, most guys can’t think of anything. Jim’s brain is like a room or a house with no furniture, and besides, he has a lousy vocabulary and if he…

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  • I remember very little about that day. There was a fence that ran along the street all the way to the edge of the town. I remember that as we…

    JIM’S MEMORY OF THE WHITE PICKET FENCE

    Posted on January 27, 2012 | No Comments
    I remember very little about that day. There was a fence that ran along the street all the way to the edge of the town. I remember that as we…

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  • Jim was upstairs. I heard him rummaging, or maybe he was at his desk, looking at his damn stamp collection. When he came down, he walked through the dining room…

    JIM IS THE MAIN TOPIC OF CONVERSATION

    Posted on January 22, 2012 | No Comments
    Jim was upstairs. I heard him rummaging, or maybe he was at his desk, looking at his damn stamp collection. When he came down, he walked through the dining room…

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  • PART ONE Jim imagines he is Robert Cohn, a character from Hemingway’s THE SUN ALSO RISES: I was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton. I cared nothing for boxing, in…

    JIM AS ROBERT COHN

    Posted on January 21, 2012 | No Comments
    PART ONE Jim imagines he is Robert Cohn, a character from Hemingway’s THE SUN ALSO RISES: I was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton. I cared nothing for boxing, in…

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  • “My God, isn’t it beautiful,” Jim said. I realized that this judgment was meant to be final, as if because he deemed it beautiful, it was inherently, inarguably beautiful. It…

    JIM IN SPAIN

    Posted on January 21, 2012 | No Comments
    “My God, isn’t it beautiful,” Jim said. I realized that this judgment was meant to be final, as if because he deemed it beautiful, it was inherently, inarguably beautiful. It…

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  • Jim got into the 1966 black Chevrolet and asked where were going before he even got finished closing the door. “You’ll find out,” I smirked. The truth is I only…

    JIM VIOLATES HIS PAROLE

    Posted on January 21, 2012 | No Comments
    Jim got into the 1966 black Chevrolet and asked where were going before he even got finished closing the door. “You’ll find out,” I smirked. The truth is I only…

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