“How’s your mom?” Carynne asked, the next time we spoke on the phone. I clutched the phone, trying to come up with an answer other than “dying of cancer.” I mean, how are you supposed to answer that. I stammered, “Um, sleeping a lot–?” “Oh, jeez, sorry. I just asked out of reflex.” She made […]
Alert! DGC Anniversary is nigh! 100% of respondents to the poll checked “couldn’t decide” so I’ll just say let’s do it Wednesday, November 6, 8:30 to 9:30 pm eastern US time. I’ll post links next week to the Youtube Live channel and if possible I may try to run a Facebook Live at the same […]
Remo and I had a fight, but I’m not even going to tell you the details because they don’t matter. We were only fighting because of how raw and easily upset we both were, not because of any real issues between us. But it made me feel like I should wait until a better time […]
Picture me and Ziggy sitting on a very rectangular couch, notebooks on the coffee table in front of us, a guitar in my lap and my hair all over the fucking place because I’ve been tearing it out. Still no song.
Court and I were sitting at Claire’s bedside while she took one of her opiate-induced naps. Let’s just say it was the next day, but the days were really running together for me. I mean, even more than usual. I’m pretty sure I was the one who started the conversation. “So. Ziggy thinks I’m obsessed […]
The result of the complication of sleeping arrangements was Ziggy booked another room at the extended-stay place, so no matter who went back there when, there was always at least one bed with clean sheets. Or there would have been, if we hadn’t taken it upon ourselves to soil them the first chance we got, […]
The thing about the shift schedule we’d devised is that I had been spending the nights at the hospital, and so mostly sleeping there. Back at the extended stay diorama, there were only two beds, and so if I napped there, I usually did it on the couch. This was all well and fine when […]
Brace yourselves. The first thing that happened after Ziggy showed up was we had a fight. I was trying another practice session with the guitar. It was well past dinner time and I should have eaten, but I hadn’t, and then I was startled by a knock on the door. I opened it and there […]
Ziggy called me before he left LA. He left a message on voicemail at the hotel/apartment/whatever you want to call it, which I picked up when I went by there after lunch. “Hey, I have been deposed. What I don’t get is… isn’t that what they call it when a king or queen gets knocked […]
I did battle with my demons again next time I got back to the apartment, late that afternoon. Make no mistake about it, there were several of them. I mean, sure, the demon of self-doubt and I go way back and I’ve always been able to kick his ass. But then there was the demon […]