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Friday, October 20, 2017

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And so we slept for two nights in the gypsy tent, charming as can be. And we made toast in a campfire and fresh coffee in a coffee percolator, while the enchanting music of the red winged black bird drifted in on translucent waves of gentle evening breezes.

The gypsy tent can be a revelation to a person who doesn't get up at dawn. The birds sing like mad on cold spring morning in lonesome campgrounds, but most of the music is over by the time the sun rises. It was magical waking up to the sound of birds making such joyful ruckus on the roof of our trailer, and by the 'windowless' windows... Read More

In a few ways I really miss being a bartender. In a few ways I even miss being a bartender in a full nude strip bar. The environment in a strip bar is very different than working in a regular bar or even in a restaurant. Y'all might be thinking that the only real difference would be the scenery. In many ways y'all would be right assuming that. However, as a person that has worked at a multitude of bars in a variety of settings, I can personally say that the strip bar is totally a different world. Most things can be considered a bit upside down, a bit strange, and definitely very loud. I enjoy... Read More

I recently heard some very interesting news about a man I had worked with in the drop-in...a very difficult case. If I am totally honest, I use to worry what would happen next with this man. My reason for the worry, was he had a tendency to be violent at times. Few people could relate in any way with him...but it was my job to keep this, and him under control.

Herbie had severe Paranoid Schizophrenia. He seemed to have lost total touch with reality. Let me tell you a few things that I had to deal with on an everyday basis. I never knew what was coming next with him. One day,... Read More

“All the joy the world contains has come through wishing happiness for others. All the misery the world contains has come from wishing pleasure for oneself.” ~Shantideva

During my early adulthood I did a lot of wishing pleasure for myself, and I made those selfish wishes come true. My greatest pleasures came from drinking alcohol and smoking drugs. I was still a productive member of society, but in my personal time I pursued my pleasures with the utmost zeal. I became very selfish with my time, dedicating it all to these pleasures. I didn’t care who I hurt or offended, because... Read More

My first night back at work was Monday night. I had mixed feelings about going back to work at the club, unfortunately its sorta complicated. It was easy to go back to my day job Monday morning, probably because it is so scheduled, routine, and really laid back. So, it was easy to jump right back in and as I found out I didn't actually miss too much and I didn't have too much to catch up to bring it all current again. Working at the club is a bit different, I wasn't ready to get back into all the drama just yet. Ten days away was nice but another week would have made it better. Its not just... Read More

In my life it would seem that I am considered a "jack of all trades" where I know just about enough about certain things to be dangerous. How does the saying go? Jack of all trades and master of none or something to that extent. My knowledge, mostly, has come from necessity rather than want. As a man, a father, a husband, a home owner, an employee, and even as a friend, I find myself doing things a skilled, trained, licensed, or certified person would be doing. There is one exception, and that is that I am cheap. As I mentioned, when it comes to maintenance, repairs, or installations I know... Read More

Many in Melbourne this week are mourning the passing of Marzipan, the grand old tortoiseshell of the city’s theatre scene. The much-loved Astor cat died on Sunday 24th March 2013 Australian Eastern Daylight Time, after a lingering illness at the ripe old age of 21 years.

It was back in the early 90s when Marzipan made her debut, having appeared as a courageous young starlet from under a truck parked out front of the Astor; sashaying up the steps and through the front door, thereby claiming the theatre as her own.

With her arrival, Melbournians quickly took Marzipan to their hearts... Read More

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