Monthly Archives: June 2013

Though, if this old Sicilian Whore could actually CHOOSE the place where I would draw my last breath…I gotta tell you — ROME WOULD BE IT. #smallmercies  

Beloved son of an immigrant brick layer and a school lunch lady. Make NO mistake: It doesn’t matter the humble circumstances in which they begin their journey…genius and excellence will ALWAYS RISE. YOU CAN COUNT ON IT. Requiescat in Pace, … Continue reading →

Okay, this photo just made me BELLY LAUGH OUT LOUD. The late James Gandolfini…and the loving wife he leaves behind. (She looks FIERCE! I LOVE HER!)

Sometimes, my awesome writing partner, Doug, and I, in an attempt to avoid, you know, WRITING, will go sit at Starbucks or some fucking cafe or restaurant here in LA — to, you know, WRITE — but in our bastard … Continue reading →

Sestina To My Father, Who Now Smokes Only In His Heart (for Thomas Cipro) The best spent evening on this goddamned earth, is lying around, having a smoke, inhaling Brautigan, Berryman, and Bellow, dispatching children to the Land of Dreams … Continue reading →

Yesterday I heard my new favorite fucking joke: What’s the worst thing that Willie Nelson can say to you after you’ve just given Willie Nelson a blowjob? “I’M NOT WILLIE NELSON.”

“You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and goddamnit, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about … Continue reading →