The Children of Stron – part 90

Table of Contents - (spoilers) read part 89 At the cottage, Shasta had Rodolf turning over her big compost heap. The peasant was knee-deep in the muck and manure with a pitchfork and shovel. Shasta hovered nearby, just outside the range of his splatters, directing his labor. “Yeah, get the fork into that clump there … Continue reading The Children of Stron – part 90

The Kraft Champagne Incident

Today I was driving my wife, mother-in-law, and daughter to a nearby village to buy basashi (horse meat eaten raw like sashimi [awesome, by the way]). While driving I had an out-of-the-blue recollection of one of my last alcoholic binges, about ten years ago. At that time, I was trying to sober up a bit, … Continue reading The Kraft Champagne Incident

Party Pooper

Back when I was quitting drinking (barely even out of the DTs yet), I encountered a series of enabling women who tried to drag me out to bars. What a fuckery life is! When I was drinking I couldn't get laid out of a bar if my life depended on it, but now a parade … Continue reading Party Pooper

A Good Year

When people talk about enjoying a nice cold beer or a glass of wine with dinner, I really have no fucking clue what the hell they're talking about. Being sober, what I really miss about alcohol is getting so shitfaced that I come to the next day wedged under my sofa with a bunch of … Continue reading A Good Year