The Underworld… I have this fascination with Outlaws. Bank Robbers like John Dillinger and Baby Face Nelson. Mob Bosses like Lucky Luciano and Vincent (the Chin) Gigante. Big Time grifters like Bernie Madoff. I even find myself cheering their exploits. And yet In spite of my amoral instincts, I’m more or less law abiding. I would not rob a bank at my age. Or at any age, for that matter. I would not assault anybody, either. I did some bad…
Times are hard but are we in Hard Times? It was easy to answer in 1929. The stock market collapsed and the fat cats dove out skyscraper windows. Nobody had it figured but they could see the zombie hordes massing. Then, like a mustard gas creeping across no man’s land, the bad shit just kind of spread over everybody…bank closures…Hooverville’s growing like boom towns…long lines at soup kitchens. As crops failed across the Midwest, dust clouds the size of Oklahoma…
As bad as it is, it can always get worse. And worse. Until you’re dead. Then, if you let these bible thumpers scare you, it can get really bad…worse than bad…for like ETERNITY. Is this something to look forward to? I have not read Dante’s Inferno lately. I saw the movie. Spencer Tracy and Rita Hayworth. 1935. I’m waiting for the remake. Trust me. You’re not going to hell. You’ve done bad things in your life. But there is no…
I’m the Gloomer and this is my blog. Check out my novel (click NOVEL on the drop down menu) and if you like the cover toss Amazon 12 bucks for the paperback copy or nine something if you like reading E-Books. If you’re not a reader, well, there’s always the solitaire app on your phone…. Here’s the thing. This post is not about my novel, it’s about the evil bastard in the above picture. I’m thinking I must be in…
I’m not the King. I’m the Gloomer and this is my Blog. A blog dedicated to us: The ME generation. We had it made! Then we got old… Anyway, I gotta stay positive. This post is not about me. It’s about the new king. There’s a new king on the block. He’s not like the king of Denmark. Or Spain. Or Monacco. (they still got kings in those places?) I don’t know. How am I suppose to keep up with…
Great news for Baby Boomers. They’ve got a phone app that tells you if your depressed or not. Actually, there are dozens of these online therapy outfits. Like everything in the good old U.S.A. there’s a crapload of choices out there. Finding a living-breathing-in-person Therapist is tough. The best one’s are booked up for months. If I had a career to do over again, I’d become a Therapist. Who could’ve figured they’d be in such high demand? Now you simply…