Author Archives: Mr. Tickle Hands

Remember when you were like 14 years old playing little league baseball, and that one kid came out of nowhere.  That roided out kid, he started striking everyone out and was kind of a dick.  Yeah, I don’t remember that … Continue reading →

This is a copy of my MRI:

Wrote this at some point before this present moment.  Red wine whispers into my ear, says proofreading is not a good idea.  I listen to red wine.  You should, too.   Everyone already knows that the greyhound bus service is … Continue reading →

The irresponsible consumption of alcohol has such deep roots in humanity, and those roots nurture a tree of intoxication with branches of so many different types of conduct. This picture, I ponder. This painting struck my curiosity.  Certainly, the beverages … Continue reading →

My computer has been bi-winning.  Part-time (kinda) working, and part time (kinda) not working.  No doubt winning not just over here, but over there also.  Instead of taking this beautiful white stallion to the stable- a place where an over … Continue reading →

The self proclaimed “drunkest Hemingway to ever set finger on a phone” certainly is a poet.  He composed this note on the blackberry that he and I share.  If your feeble memory needs a refreshing, here is DRunk Brendan’s inaugural … Continue reading →

“If you know your history, Then you would know where you coming from” -Bob Marley Since January is official  family history month, I fancied it an appropriate time to publicly explore the delicately personal subject of ancestry for any of … Continue reading →