Ever since I first discovered meth in 1981 — no, that's not right. I believe I should correctly say that since Meth, out on its voyages of discovery and exploration in seeking to establish hegemony…
Posts published by “Flynn Washburne”
There are scourges, and then there are scourges. Dutch elm disease, the Golden Horde, AIDS, potato blight, Spanish flu, Japanese beetles, Nazism, Maroon 5, war, and the conquistadors have all done exemplary work in erasing…
In 2009, you may recall the nation underwent a severe economic downturn -- a consequence, I gather, of Jesus expressing his displeasure at the American people electing a Muslim president and Stony Lonesome Inc. did…
I've always been a sucker for music. I don't mean that I love it, although I do; I mean I'm susceptible in the extreme to the power of music to sway, influence, manipulate and take…
When I am not in a condition of employment — and this is a rarer state than you might imagine, given the depth, breadth and vibrancy of my criminal record — I like to hang…
The thing I look most forward to reading each week when I receive my Advertiser — well, most weeks — okay, on the semi-rare occasions when the paper shows up — fine! Both times that…
I doubt that I'm the first person to wonder where it is they're coming from, when the cows come home; you don't see a lot of cows, not at home. If there's grazing to be…
It was a bad day. A monumentally unpleasant, seriously discommoding, entirely disagreeable sort of day. In the Bad Day annals of the Bad Day pantheon, it occupied an honored spot on a tasteful display, dramatically…