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Posts published by “Paul Modic”

San Luis Potosi

Okay, that's it: no more hookers. As I drove into the capital city of San Luis, mapless with still no smart phone, I nudged myself…

Free Weed!

The first recipient of my free weed came up this week with a case of organic evaporated milk I had requested from Whole Foods in…

Crazy Money

I first heard about “crazy money” when I showed up in Northern California and started living in the hills, another barefoot white middle-class hippie fresh…

At the Dentist

The last thing I wanted to do was piss off my dentist. As usual whenever I get in trouble my lament is: “But I didn’t…

Dollars for Bums

I was on my way north to visit my mother in Tacoma and I stopped at a rest area in Oregon where I noticed the…

Now You See Her, Now You Don’t

It's just about impossible to find a nice healthy attractive woman these days, although there seem to be many angry addicted ones available. When you…

Escape from Village Oaks

When arriving home from a hike in the woods I dreaded the flashing light on the answering machine, the death light. Back in Indiana Pop…

Visiting with Ray

This morning was all about my old sports buddy Ray. First I was dragging my tax info out of a shelf and found the donation…

Hippie Days

It was the time of year when the sidewalks of Garberville were crowded with pretty young women (and men I suppose) looking for work...

At the Doctor’s Office

My friend drove me up to the doctor in Eureka in the pickup I lent him while his car was being repaired. I had been…

The Last Days of the Redwood Record

I was hanging around The Redwood Record in Garberville, California toward the end in 1995 and that place was a zoo: stoners, neurotics, alcoholics, and…

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