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The Mind Is a Terrible Thing

I thought this might be an opportune time for me to weigh in on some of today's pressing A/B controversies; you know, the "this versus that" type of comparison so…

The Stony Lonesome: A Boonville Adventure

The Stony Lonesome: A Boonville Adventure

Politics. So much fun, right? Not so much, maybe. Confusing and scary, more like. But there I was making my first foray into the political wilderness since 1968 in my…

The Stony Lonesome: A Westport Adventure

I would not recommend prison to anyone. It's pretty much a bad deal all around: degrading, dehumanizing, violent and cheerless. It's peopled in the main by mean, stupid sociopaths and…

The Stony Lonesome: Happy New Year!

She moved as if she were visiting from a planet with a less dense and restrictive atmosphere; gravity seemed to affect her less and air could not gain purchase on…

The Stony Lonesome: All The Best Gods

The Stony Lonesome: All The Best Gods

I wish that I had me some danged Internet up in here so I could ask it who thought up this business about the world being an oyster and what…

The Stony Lonesome: Mendo Rocks!

Here at the Stony Lonesome offices, high atop a glittering skyscraper rising majestically heavenward from the undulating dunes of Abu Dhabi, we are nothing if not brutally, transparently honest. Just…

Meth Mike & the Micro-mites

(A Cautionary Tale) — In the summer of 2004 Tall Bobby and I were holding down the graveyard shift at Denny's in Fort Bragg, a perfect gig for someone of…

The Stony Lonesome: Death & Clams

It's sad when people die, especially when they are taken violently or unexpectedly. I don't like it when this happens to people I know and I don't like it when…

The Stony Lonesome #6: Approaching Geezerhood

Every two bit scribbler since the advent of movable type, every columnist, essayist, memoirist, novelist, scrivener, commentator or toilet stall philosopher ultimately, barring an early demise, grabs his tools and…

The Stony Lonesome #5, Criminology Edition

I hate committing crimes. I really do. It's scary and nerve-racking and guilt inducing and, well — wrong. This is why I fling myself headlong and heedless into the most…

The Stony Lonesome: Literary Edition

A while back in the Letters section of this august journal there was an ongoing impromptu forum discussing folks’ top ten literary pics. I enjoyed reading our readership’s lists and…