So pleased that you, too, can get into ugly drawers and pretty panties! Here is how!
The response to our site relaunch has been gratifying indeed. It seems this website fills a void not only in my life but in those who stop by for a cuppa coffee, or beer if breakfast has already been served. You are welcome any time to stop by.
Sails on the horizon, white and jagged, a regatta of sharks' teeth, devour what is left of the day.
The Bastille was stormed on July 14th. Any idea how many prisoners were freed? Or who the most (in)famous prisoner was? For my amazing mendicants, wishing to be enriched by the experience of winning our contest, it is July 15th, not 14th, of great import! That's when our contest ends!
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After many months in hibernation, we are BACK. Read on about how we got here and where we want to go.
The plan had been for Mike Stang to come to Oceanside when Gary rode into those dusty streets, hitched up his pony to the Towers, and we were all going to swagger over to The Flying Pig to drink women and ogle other people’s beer, after inviting everyone who ever visited the site to come by in the hopes they’d pick up the tab, which we figured would be as large His Moiness’s ego, Stang’s heart, and Gary’s bull (Bob).
Good somber morning from the Towers that are A Word with You Press in the Land of the Double entundra. To the shock of many, including myself, I am actually capable of keeping a secret. Might be that modicum of dormant decency in my soul, but more than likely it's because Gary authorized Mike Stang to arrange a mafia-style hit on me if I misbehaved. I have known for well over a year what was coming.
It is true that I lived on my boat at Cat Harbor for about a year. I was a commercial abalone diver. However, though written in first person, this is NOT autobiographical. It's based on a couple I met in Oceanside, California. I appropriated the flesh of their story as a repository for the despair and beauty of my own existence at the time. I envy what they had and squandered....