They both drank heavily that night...
Then shared a pullout couch .

Hey, just so...

you guys know, according to Jon Bon, the new Bon Jovi album is less influenced by hot chicks and more influenced by world events. These (I'm assuming there is more then one event at play here), my friends, are the answers i've been waiting for.

Perception

Thinking indeed makes it so.

Juneau receiving transmission. He's not been the same since.  

. . .  

Oh, wood eye. 

Salvia

In the breath and in the glint
of sunshine every fragment of air
spoke clearly the rhythm
of the forever melancholic afternoon glaze
of fecund woods blowing on the wind
of old cars in cracked lots
shaded beneath the caterpillar branches of noon.
The wild golden smiles of descending autumn
promise a youth no clock could crucify
but stars burned by the airport
a balloon remembrance
nights of not knowing
the eternal ephemeralness of the whole operation.
Candlelit mahogany wall yesterdays
when rays of light shone on twirling dust ballets
for the early evening customers.
My cold hobo times spent in cigarette smoke showers
filthy with minutes wasted
when they seemed so many.

He couldn't bear to watch Jer bugger an innocent monkey.

The Archeology of Knowledge

" 'What, do you imagine that I would take so much trouble and so much pleasure in writing, do you think that I would keep so persistently to my task, if I were not preparing - with a rather shaky hand - a labyrinth into which I can venture, in which I can move my discourse, opening up underground passages, forcing it to go far from itself, finding overhangs that reduce and deform its itinerary, in which I can lose myself and appear at last to eyes that I will never have to meet again. I am no doubt not the only one who writes in order to have no face. Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same: leave it to our bureaucrats and our police to see that our papers are in order. At least spare us their morality when we write.' " -- The Archeology of Knowledge & the Discourse on Language Michel Foucault, 1972

 

we's folks

I'm falling asleep but here's pictures! Oh shit I spilled my soda

Live From a Bench in Monroe Park

A few pathetic lines penned for Diane Rossini, the one I left behind. This was written while waiting for Hibbs to open. That morning at breakfast I filled out a comment card suggesting turtles should be in the salad bar ("name the big turtle Hibbs")
Ah, the nostalgia!

She used me for my car, I was told

This is the Valentine I made for Linda Kay Covington on 12/1/92.
Titled : A Little Early This Year

Terri Malec Boss

Meg 

Recovery

Here is an article about the drug treatment cottage industry in Philadelphia. While the article is a little old the picture remains the same and mirrors the state of drug treatment in Baltimore. I visited Recovery King in Philly some weeks ago, and ODAAT (One Day At A Time). People at both programs mentioned the exodous of ex-offenders and substance abusers from Baltimore. They are picking up the overflow because there aren't enough beds for treatment here. That's how rampant addiction is in this town.

Never mind. I squished it. 

Found this crawling in my sink. Does anyone know what it is? 

City Paper's Best 2005

The City Paper Best of Baltimore 2005 came out this week.

Best Local Blog 2005: baltimorecrime.blogspot.com

and somehow, according to the table of contents

Best Local Blog 2005: www.mobtownshank.com


At any rate, both are in the Links section. Check them out.

fancy lads by the sea

 

rofl 

glass houses.

His gayest hour

 

Eleanor

I pulled into the parking lot at White Marsh and walked up to the door of JC Penney yesterday. A woman and her husband came walking out. I didn't actually see her to notice anything about her but I heard him say, somewhat disheartened, "I really liked those pants." She replied, "I know." And I looked up and saw him. He had a long shaped head with a hat on. But his hair came out of it, short, and it ran past his ears and turned into a beard and moustache that hugged his chin. His hat had a paper bill like a cheap painters hat that had been tie-dyed and in the back his hair fell down past his neck. His socks were pulled up high. His clothes were meager, raddy, old, and outdated as well and all I could think of was that he really liked those pants. And his wife said "I know". And they left, presumably, without them. And it may not have seemed like a big deal to them or anyone else but I saw him. Mostly, in a few months of lacking compassion, I felt it again. A man who made an attachment to pants. Pants that he couldn't have, maybe they didn't have his size or maybe they were too expensive and maybe even his wife thought they were ridiculous. A woman holding his hand without holding hands at all. A man and his wife and her opinion matters. Sometimes, like last night, people express an emotion, just a smile, just a little terrible anger or horror, and I'm floored. To think about people having needs, wants, desires that are good. . .to be loved, to have that union, to want things to work out. . .but even smaller than that. A smile of seeing a friend, the raise of an eyebrow, gesticulations while talking. That stuff blows me away. Like the person going to court who puts his pants on just like me. And I think all sorts of things but I guess one of them is about poor Eleanor, so confused. So confused putting her clothes on one leg at a time. Tieing her shoelaces one shoe at a time. Buckling her belt, picking out what to wear so that she feels good about herself.

I have so much less time to stop. And breathe. And walk slow.

Kevin wanted me to contribute, so here goes...

Found written on the margin of a journal I used in 10th grade:

"The lucky child's bassinet is a casket."

Meg, Trish, Colette 

Baltimore, MD

For a broader look at some of the drug issues here in Baltimore click here

This is Some System

Consider that someone can get a 15 year sentence for drug charges (say Possession, Possession with Intent to Distribute, Distribution, and our favorite: Conspiracy) while another individual can receive 4 years (if the judge is a real hard-ass) for Vehicular Manslaughter while under the influence. Wow. That one surprised even me this week.

 

Meg and Tammy 

How's the Year Going? (2005)

"Finally, no funding is included in the omnibus bill for new programs at the Justice Department authorized as part of the recently enacted Mentally Ill Offender Treatment and Crime Reduction Act (P.L. 108-732). This new law authorized a range of programs to address the "criminalization" of mental illness including court-based diversion programs and training for law enforcement and corrections officers."

And other treasures from NAMI's perspective of Bush's mental health budget for 2005

On the point of the Criminal Justice System and mental illness, it's important to keep this in mind as well as the 2003 assessment (1.3 Mb) by the Human Rights Watch Organization that sparked enactment of the Mentally Ill Offender Treament and Crime Reduction Act of 2004 signed by President Bush on October 30th, 2004.

 

 

Men in Need

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