Category Archives: American Angst: Journal

Blogs are like dreams; they’re only interesting to the person concerned. I suppose this blog won’t break that rule. You’ll be (if you’ve read on and hadn’t already click away to cat videos or the latest Huffington Post article) bored to tears. I apologize.

The Show Goes On: Friday July 24, 2015

Posted on June 11, 2016 by mable33

“You have to have done more than just see your grandfather.” Grace says. She’s scrolling through her phone’s camera options, deciding which will be best for a zoom shot. Her prey is the West Greenville High School marching band practicing … Continue reading →

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Indians, Cancer, and Some Things In-between: Sunday July 18th, 2015

Posted on June 10, 2016 by mable33

“This is one of my favorite episodes,” Grandpa Joe grunts, his voice the gutteril sound you’d expect from a lifelong heavy smoker or a preteen Ragen MacNeil, “Marshall Dillon leads a cattle drive through Apache county and all hell breaks … Continue reading →

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Relatively Painless: Wensday July 15, 2015

Posted on May 2, 2016 by mable33

“How much money do you have?” Maxwell asks. He’s stooped in the driver’s seat of his Chrysler Saratoga, ham hock hands resting on the steering wheel like fat, hairless rats. If he were anymore overweight he’d be wearing the car like a Transformers Halloween … Continue reading →

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Pen Pals: Friday July 10th, 2015

Posted on February 1, 2016 by mable33

“Just sit that box over there.” Pen, her face two inches from her computer screen, absently points to the corner of her room where a stack of other boxes teeter haphazardly. “Pop it on top of the others.” “I can’t reach that. It looks like it’s … Continue reading →

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Under the Artificial Stars: Saturday, 4th of July 2015

Posted on September 27, 2015 by mable33

“I’m sorry again.” Pen moans, wiping the sweat from her flushed forehead. “But you have to admit they weren’t that bad, just a little rough.” “Rough?” Grace looks at her, “They were jerks!” June rolls her eyes. This has been going on … Continue reading →

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Mixed Drinks: Saturday June 27th, 2015

Posted on September 10, 2015 by mable33

Order 77; double Whopper and fries, and one hamburger children’s meal. Order 77. I watch as an old man, his hands gnarled with arthritis and his feet wrapped in orthopedic shoes, holds up his receipt and shuffles to the counter. … Continue reading →

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 Mystery Man: Friday June 19th, 2015

Posted on August 27, 2015 by mable33

“Ok, we know what type of guy June likes,” Pen gulps mouthful of her grape Snowball and points her empty spoon at June, “macho luchadors with enormous wangs?” “Enormous wangs!” June affirms. She stirs her rainbow slushy- a once beautiful arrangement of cherry, … Continue reading →

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A Happy Cloud: Saturday June 13th, 2015

Posted on August 16, 2015 by mable33

All right everyone we are in a heat stress advisory so keep indoors or, if you really have to be out and about, drink your weight in water. Now here’s Soundgarden with their early 90’s hit, “Black Hole Sun.” The tune creeps … Continue reading →

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The Watching People: Tuesday June 9th, 2015

Posted on August 6, 2015 by mable33

“What about him?” Grace asks. She nods towards an elderly man shambling by the food court’s lone plastic palm tree. With his ungainly slouch, plaid grandpa shirt and wooden cane, it’s impossible to imagine him having any secret life what so ever.  … Continue reading →

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A Bright and Shining Summer: Saturday May 30th, 2015

Posted on July 30, 2015 by mable33

“When are you going?” June asks. She’s leaning her head out the van window, her black curls, like the fur of some rich woman’s corded poodle, blowing in the wind. “Not soon I hope.” I smile to myself. Normally aloft … Continue reading →

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