Which store? Target? Victoria’s Secret? B&D Comic Shop on Elm Avenue?
Not to be a Negative Ned here, but there are some people from my past I wouldn’t want to meet by chance. That’s why they’re in the past.
Though it’s important to note that my fortune here says the past, not necessarily my past. Which I suppose could mean I’ll meet William Jennings Bryant at the bait shop or something.
I probably think too much about these things.
As I recall, they’d also have a problem with a president acting like a king — and attacking every check on his power, including the press, the courts, term limits, his political opponents and his own justice department. The pure f***ing imbecile even threatened Saturday Night Live with “retribution” for parodying him in a sketch.
The MAGA crowd only invokes the framers when it wants to evoke a vague, romanticized pretext for whatever weird, braindead, id-driven bullshit is on its anti-democratic agenda.
More old photos from Roanoke, Virginia. I have no idea why I like blurry photos of inclement weather so much, but I do.
Oil.
Hey, gang — turns out I’ve been nominated to receive Publication of the Month from Spillwords Press for my poem, “school shooter.”
If you’re feeling so inclined, you can vote for the piece right here.
Warner Bros.
I found another picture of Roanoke’s truly enormous turkey vultures!! (I’m doing that thing where you rediscover those cool old photos when you clean out your computer files. Snow pics are coming.)
Oil on canvas.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 