I’ve got a t-shirt that’s 18 years old. I haven’t worn it often, because there’s a part of my brain that tells me I need to preserve it. To save it. That its life is finite, and every time I put it on, it’s that much closer to being gone forever. I’m quite sure it’s because that time in my life has faded into distorted memories, and the shirt is one of the few…

In life, we continually find ourselves in different places.  I’m not speaking physically, though that is usually the case as well, but more philosophically.  Most of us hope that this is a progression for good, and that as we move on, we found ourselves in ultimately more and more secure positions.  This is all general, of course.  There are always ups and downs, but when one looks at the overall…

Ninety-nine cents. It was on sale you see. A quart of Gatorade for ninety-nine cents. And it was my meal for the day.

The sun is high in the sky, it’s hot, and the mosquitoes are out in force; another wonderful day in the Marine Corps. It was only four hours ago that the two-ton trucks brought us here from the naval center, dropping us off in the middle of nowhere. We staged our gear at a back-woods community center, got our instructions for the day, and set off on this little nature…

Shadow was the best cat in the world. Most people say that about their cats, but in this case it’s the truth. I’ve had other cats, and none of them compared. Even the ones I raised from kittens, as I did with him.

Ghost Written for Dr. Coke The sand of the final dune slides through my fingers as I rapidly scramble up its side, clawing at the grains which give way so easily to pressure. I stop for an instant, as the sand engulfs my hand, wrapping it in a cold encasement. The feeling freezes me as I kneel, the coolness of it on my skin. Peter’s voice brings me back.