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  1. "THE DPJ" - Part Two

    "THE DPJ" - Part Two

    I NEVER KNEW WHAT IT WAS CALLED. I know that he identified it at least once, but how do you write down that title if you're clueless how it's spelled...or even remember at all?

    Yes, my friend had unknowingly sent me the closing theme to a radio show I had listened to, and loved, a full generation earlier (in the 1986 to 1989 continued a while after that with somebody else, but Brent was the "really good host"). OK, ...
  2. "The DPJ" - a short, 100% TRUE story about DPJs, classical music, my sisters, New Jersey, prostitution, etc.

    It's STILL like this happened YESTERDAY, though it happened three years ago.

    My two sisters are entirely peripheral to the story, but they ARE brought into it. Embellishment, I guess.

    Meanwhile, when I let my mind take THESE kind of trips, that doesn't help me catch up with old emails. And, no, NO unusual substances involved fact I'm also half starving, been so busy I didn't even eat today except OJ and a candy bar.

  3. Suicide? I hope not. I pray not.

    Chronic pain can be a very difficult thing to deal with, especially when it does not seem to let up. Almost all of the discs of my lower back and ruptered, torn, or bulging. Arthritis is a major issue in my entire back as well as painful sciatica causing severe and debilitating pain down the left leg. The discs in my upper neck are ruptured causing numbness with trembling and very poor coordination in my left arm and hand.
    I can stand for no more than 30 minutes without my leg giving ...
  4. Sex and fun

    This will sound crazy to just about everyone who hasn't read my blog entries:

    a few nights ago, for the first time in my life I experienced a moment when sex was fun -- not duty, not being dominated by lust, not pain, but just fun.

    In the midst of dealing with my brother dying, I can't tell how I feel about that. That night it was astounding to me, and briefly I was giddy about it; now I'm wondering if it's even worth remembering, because I doubt it will ever happen again. ...
  5. A Wedding Invitation

    I have been invited to go to a wedding next Saturday. I would rather have my rectum pulled out through my mouth. Why? It's a hard right evangelical wedding. I promised my Sister I would go and she promised to keep me out of fights. This is the third wedding for my "in the closet", homophobic, family member.

    I hate to be cliche', but keep me in your thoughts and prayers. I am going for the sake of a terminally ill family member, whom I may never see again.
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