Category Archives: Max’s Journal
Artistic Renaissance Man seeking Renaissance style Patron of the Arts
It’s been over a month since I last posted. Normally I’d apologize for that…but none of you even checked to see if I was alright. Really? I’m gone for a month, and…nothing? No phone calls to my next of kin? … Continue reading
I lift things up and put them down
I work out. I don’t enjoy it. The fluorescent lights in the gym hurt my eyes, naked old dudes with pendulous nads are always hanging out for unecessarily long periods of time in the locker room, the Indian guy on the elliptical with the … Continue reading
I live in Connecticut. Why do I own guns?
Last Friday, some prick shot up an elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut, 6.5 miles away from my mother’s house. If you or someone you know lost a loved one in the attack, you have my deepest sympathy. I am truly sorry … Continue reading
An early Christmas Present
It’s almost Christmas, and the yard wolves have grown hungry in anticipation of the cold dead winter. They demand a feast. As such, I have dipped into my private stash, and released a tasty treat. Of words. For you. My … Continue reading
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My body aches, from mistakes
I’m 27 now. A rough 27. An old 27. A ridden hard and put away wet 27. To anybody thinking about getting older, I don’t recommend it. My body feels different. I don’t think i’m growing up anymore. I think … Continue reading
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