All the notions of you, the notions of me, we agree don’t mean a thing.

I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell the orphaned child readers of this blog that though I barely write anymore I am still kept up at night with notes. I still toy with language, I am constantly on the verge of writing a short story or narrative poem very possibly titled “The man who didn’t invent the carousel”

I was laid off from one of my bars, the one called Churchkey, within a week I was hired to work Saturday nights at a New Orleans themed bar called Old Devil Moon. I have also...