Dip into the archives and read from the beginning. Or, go on to a new journal about this person's life, entitled Rainy Day Stories: puddle-jumping in the Pacific Northwest.

Here, I thought, with a certitude that startled me, is the city I'm going to die in. A place where everything that can kill you is beautiful and green.

from Permanent Midnight: A memoir

1999
»» April ««

[ 03 ] OF LAST CALLS

»» March ««

[ 29 ] OF ITCHING, ITCHING, ITCHING
[ 25 ] OF A HARD RAIN'S GONNA FALL
[ 22 ] OF LITTLE GOLD MEN
[ 21 ] OF MOTIVATION
[ 19 ] OF IGNORING YOU
[ 09 ] OF NEITHER HERE NOR THERE
[ 05 ] OF GOOD THINGS
[ 03 ] OF HIGH SCHOOL

»» February ««

[ 25 ] OF THE MEANING OF LIFE
[ 17 ] OF LEMON-MINT RICOLA
[ 14 ] OF SPARKS
[ 10 ] OF ADDICTIONS
[ 07 ] OF FACT-CHECKING
[ 03 ] OF THE BIG TIME
[ 02 ] OF THE NANNY & THE BOO

»» January ««

[ 31 ] OF RUGBURN
[ 29 ] OF HEADACHES
[ 26 ] OF PLACE
[ 25 ] OF CREATIVE OOZE
[ 24 ] OF RIGHT NOW
[ 18 ] OF SUDS N STUDS
[ 14 ] OF PSYCHOBABBLE
[ 13 ] OF THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT
[ 03 ] OF SUNSHINE NOIR

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