I usually hide it pretty well, but at almost all times I crave my own destruction.

I believe that God has a sense of humor. With that in mind, I'd like to think that after Jesus rode into Jerusalem he got off of the donkey, patted it on the head, then, in Aramaic with an affected Scottish accent, said, "That'll do, don-keh; that'll do," just so he can one day say to me, "I *totally* did, man!"

One of those "I get drug tested to work, you should get drug tested for welfare!" Posts showed up in my Facebook newsfeed. I think my reply is worth sharing here, even if it did fall on deaf ears ( Read more... )

Dear (event which will remain nameless for now because the person who contacted my wife is her friend or something, and she [my wife] doesn't want me to go all Kilgore on your ass ( Read more... )

I'm watching "Dead Poets Society" for the first time in what must surely be decades. It's been so long that I'd forgotten most of the film, save for the "trailer moments" which we all remember, and I was all but blindsided by the suicide of one of the main characters, when his father shat upon his dreams of being an actor: his dreams of happiness ( Read more... )

This was written by someone who was on the inside of the system for five years. His remarks about "free vacations" exactly mirror what was once told to me by a Chattanooga police officer who, after a lengthy, strange, but otherwise very civil interaction nonchalantly said to me, "It's a good thing I didn't shoot you. You'd be dead, and I'd be on ( Read more... )

Back in 2012 Amber Fults and the Ambivalent Lovers were contacted by the Make A Wish Foundation, who wanted to know if we would be the backing band for a fifteen-year-old girl with Cystic Fibrosis whose wish was to be the headliner of a country music concert. We agreed without a moment's hesitation. Knowing of the work of the Make A Wish Foundation ( Read more... )

My dad just showed up on my front porch to accost me about being at a demonstration for that "thug nigger (who) got shot". I told him to leave or I'd call the police. He then texted me and told me to forget that he's my dad.

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I told my friend Marcus Patrick Ellsworth that this occurred to me at about 5:25 yesterday morning, and that I hadn't yet had the opportunity to write it out. Well, the opportunity presented itself in a comment thread on a friend's wall, and I've copied and pasted it here ( Read more... )