Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

 I hate Dallas, I said. Dallas sucks, my little brother, Rick, chimed in. The previous night he lost a boatload of money on the game and was still bitter.  I’m talking about the city, moron. Well I’m talking about the city, the football team, that monstrosity of a stadium, Tony fucking Romo, the shitty tv show – […]
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So Long, Farewell, blah blah blah

 Dribble is going away. I know the six of you will be sad, but I promise I will still be around. For years I wanted my name attached to a dot com, but it is never available. Neither was dot net. All the cool dots were taken hostage. Until I came across dot wtf.  That’s […]
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Part the First

Every night he would see them on the dance floor, floating in a world of their own making. The Man in his crisp white shirt and creased slacks, and She always in a vibrant floral gown.  Most nights on this cruise he found himself making excuses to walk through the dance floor, hoping to steal […]
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Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

On November 7th I shot my friend Rall a text message: Wanna do a black and brown podcast with me? There was no preface, no explanation. He texted me back: You had me at hello. Honestly, I blame Stacey Abrams. I mean, I spent the better part of the last four years rage tweeting and […]
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Merry Whatever

It’s Christmas so I guess we should talk about that.  *Deep breath*  Okay, I have always been that guy. You know the guy: Mr. IHATECHRISTMAS.  When I would reach back into the memory bank the last truly great Christmas I could remember was back around 1982 or maybe ’83. I don’t remember exactly which year […]
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A Letter To You

Hi. How are you? I know it’s been awhile and a lot has happened since last we spoke with any regularity. Life happens, people lose touch for periods of time, then, if they’re lucky, life finds a way to bring them back together again. But if life does not, well, hopefully everyone involved is grateful […]
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Something About Ohio

My dad loved Ohio. A life working in Downtown L.A. and living in one of her many tentacled suburbs had taken a toll on him. “I can breathe here,” he told me on his last visit. So I resolved to stay. And when he retired I would move him in with me and repay him […]
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Unopened Boxes

 I had a dream about two people I have never met. A couple. Well, they used to be. Then they weren’t.  Let’s stay friends, they decided.  As I watched them I thought, well that never ends well.  She moved out of their flat while he was at work. When he came home to a half […]
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