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Archive for July 2010

How I Met My Muse, Part VI: “Prick!”

July 31, 2010

Back to 1979 (pay attention now) Maria’s proclamation of her love for me presented a problem; I simply did not feel the same about her.             Initially, Maria was a sort of novelty to me. She certainly wasn’t like the girls I had associated with in junior high. However, the excitement of the after-school make out sessions had since […]

Playing in the Garden of the Gods

July 30, 2010

The views were breathtaking! At one time I stood atop a modest wall to see Pike’s Peak towering to west, the park’s largest red granite fixtures to the east and other spectacular, geological wonders at multiple elevations in between. A tour guide could be heard shattering the silence from a ridge about a half mile away describing the anthropomorphic features of one of the rocks that lie between us.

How I Met My Muse, Part V: Stargirl

July 23, 2010

            “What was wrong with the name your parents gave you?”             “Nothing. It was a good name.”             “So, why did you drop it?”             “Because I didn’t feel like a Susan anymore.”             “Do you change your name whenever you get tired of it?”             “Whenever it doesn’t fit anymore. I’m not my […]

How I Met My Muse, Part IV: Homecoming

July 21, 2010

In hindsight, that evening is significant in that it was perhaps our last “Cleaver Moment,” meaning we were functioning as a normal, loving and supportive nuclear family unit

How I Met My Muse, Part III: Unequipped

July 19, 2010

As we made our Christmas rounds, Bernie looked so beautiful and all grown up in her new clothes with her silver, serpentine chain shining brilliantly against her beautiful, chocolate-colored skin. She showed it to everybody with pride. “My boyfriend Jerry gave this to me,” she would say.

How I Met My Muse, Part II: Awkward at Best

July 18, 2010

At one point in the evening, I was in front of a mic introducing a song when somebody shouted: “I know you! We went to Homecoming together freshman year in high school!”

Of course, this could only be one person.

How I Met My Muse, Part I: Squeaky Clean

July 16, 2010

It was as if from that point forward I was unconsciously driven to produce the exact opposite result my parents had intended.