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By MD Contributor: Original Lyrics and Music by Bill Owens Click here to hear the full song Numb I think I just fell into a hole And I can't find my way out The reason I'm hurting is I'm still existing Not looking to die, I just don't care to live Some days I just want to go home But there is no home, no place where I belong I'm homesick for a house That isn't mine anymore Gravity feels like it's seeking me out Makes me heavy, numb, and dumb Pulling my energy away from me It

So this is what hope feels like. It's hardly been over a week since the Biden campaign announced he'd be stepping aside, and already the momentum shift in favor of the Democrats feels like it's turning into a steamroller. Nothing that the pundits were predicting or worrying about has come true. Everything that the Trump campaign was so vigorously patting themselves on the back for has turned to shit in their hands. And the Harris campaign has launched flawlessly, and in a nat

Hi Friend, What a weekend. I only flew halfway around the country but I may as well have boarded a rocket ship to Mars. My first experience on an Army base was Fort Knox, Kentucky in the middle of July. Have you ever felt enveloped by silence? It was mid-evening when we arrived, past the time most people eat dinner so I attributed the empty streets and quiet hotel to the time of night. A pop of life was found at the only open restaurant that had some night life for the locals

For 40 seconds a day a man should imagine what life was like before technology stole consciousness. To fantasize about sitting at a bar in the everglades and drinking rum with a toothless degenerate and getting to know his story and point of view. Knowing there was no way out except getting back on the vessel you came in on. Realizing there are swamp people, people who also matter. Spending an afternoon like that in the sun, warm and salty. Not caring about the rest until the

Ugh... Public confidence in our legal system took another hit this past week after Tom Cotton, Republican senator from Arkansas, took the guest seat on Meet the Press to parrot the MAGA talking points that Trump's guilty verdict was nothing short of rock solid evidence of the Biden administration’s corruption of the justice system To his credit, the guest host - Doug Alexander - was fending off a torrent of bullshit from the start, with everything from “Woke Militias” to “Tru

The other day I saw a trailer for “Creed 3,” with Michael B. Jordan and Johnathan Majors. It got me thinking about the first “Creed” movie. There were a lot of great moments and great lines from the first one, but one scene in particular had stuck with me since the first time I saw it. Rocky Balboa has Adonis Creed get into his boxing stance in front of the mirror in the gym. “You see this guy here staring back at you,” Rocky quietly asks, tapping Adonis’ reflection, his voi

“One of my earliest memories,” he says to me, “is of looking out of my crib and seeing these chimpanzees walking around on all fours.” And with that he starts loping around the roof deck, in a hunched over and drawn out sort of manner the way a monkey walks, as I cackle with more laughter, the only sound within earshot that’s disturbing the quiet and chilly San Diego evening. I wipe the tears from my eyes as I try to settle down, and he goes on to tell me about Uncle Pete an

For some reason I sure her name was Donna. She just had a look about her - early sixties, steel grey hair tied up in a bun, a decorative, folkish skirt (that my date would later tell me was Argentinian) with cowboy boots and a hat to match. A perfect Donna, in my mind, so I was a little shocked somehow to find out that wasn’t her name at all. Not even close. But it wasn’t the last thing I’d be surprised about. She had a famous last name, she said, that belonged to a long

Before we get started let me just own up to something here. It’s been way too long since I’ve put one to paper in any sort of meaningful way, and that was a promise to myself that I’m not at all happy about breaking. But that’s what we do, right? We clear the decks, get organized, focus on one goal or another, on being the person we know we could be, roll up our sleeves and have at it. And for a while it’s great. Feels like nothing in this world could stop us. Then befor

Part 3 of 10 from the NOTES FROM THE BREAKDOWN LANE series: When I told him his name was going to be Adolphus he laughed that sudden, characteristic laugh of his. He asked me why Adolphus, and I shrugged and said I really didn’t know, that’s just the way it was going to be. Then I asked him how he felt about being named something so closely akin to the name of one of the worst dictators and mass murderers in the history of the world. He laughed again and just shrugged, neve

Part 2 of 10 from the NOTES FROM THE BREAKDOWN LANE series: There are no cheap tickets out of hell, he knew that for sure. He didn’t know how long he’d been awake lying there in the moonlight like that. It had turned everything in the bedroom into a quiet, silvery replica of itself in the quiet hours of the night, and he realized that the acrid fog of doubt and regret that had been weighing him down like a lead blanket had lifted somehow, and that he was more awake than he

Part 1 of 10 from the NOTES FROM THE BREAKDOWN LANE series: It was late afternoon on a Sunday when they came in. The bar was empty, but I didn’t pay them much mind at first anyways, as I was there to watch hockey and there was nothing particularly remarkable about these three. One guy was older, a sort of gray-haired athletic type, while the other guy was younger, on the cusp of middle age and with a doughy face that screamed of too many Bud Lights out on the golf course. T

We were there - ostensibly speaking - to go over the online dating situation. And to get out of the goddamned heat. And to escape for at least a little while yet another night of our own company, and dwelling on our own personal crusades. The remnants of the shutdown were still lingering, and even the adrift need a night out, once in a while. The Shelter Cocktail Lounge is the perfect place to lose yourself for a night, and had become a regular hang out. Dimly lit with lava l

Boston Lizz is not a subtle person by any stretch. But the things she says without saying them can be. Few people would walk into Union Public House and see a sports bar - it has that right mix of upscale dining and a casually elegant bar that makes it a hit with the white collar, after-work crowd. But Boston Lizz has seen nothing but a sports bar since the day she walked in when it first opened, and she always will. In fact, just about anywhere she goes she sees through th