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About; The Old Man. Newer posts →. October 23, 2016 · 2:56 am. I thought I had won. I thought I had beaten down the dark beast. That has been running roughshod in my mind. In my heart that has been hurting for so long. I claimed victory perhaps prematurely. Like ol’ George W. on the deck of that aircraft carrier. Or in that famous picture of Dewey beating Truman. But yesterday and again today the wolf appeared. Not in sheep’s clothing. Dressed like mutual friends. Knowing both of us. I don’t know. I have...
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November | 2016 | theoldmanwhoisme
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About; The Old Man. Monthly Archives: November 2016. November 18, 2016 · 12:26 am. A pretty young girl took a seat at my bar. We had met many times before. She ordered her usual and said with a sigh. 8220;Work was terrible, it was slow and long”. I asked why, as i poured her drink. She explained that someone was trying to arrange. A meeting place at the last second. She explained who the person was. I said, you know, she is the person who i mourn. The person who had me hit rock bottom. Same guy every week.
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Stuck on Repeat | theoldmanwhoisme
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About; The Old Man. Confession of A Cubs Fan →. October 26, 2016 · 12:03 am. I have been lying in bed for over 4 hours. Listening to my ill-installed ceiling fan keep time. I am drained, tired beyond tired. Yet I still can’t fall asleep. My mind force feeds me images from forgotten dreams and nightmares. Replays them relentlessly at different speeds. I hear a favorite song stuck on repeat. Some sort of demented soundtrack. A piano playing chords all in minor keys. Into an old time microphone. I am not wr...
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Reflection | theoldmanwhoisme
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About; The Old Man. Double take →. December 12, 2016 · 10:21 am. My house was quiet. My dog was gently snoring. Laying in front of one of the baseboard heaters. I can see my reflection in the computer screen. That face staring back at me. Seems to be that of a stranger. Where did those lines around the eyes come from? When did the gray hairs start to sprout? Why are those blue eyes dulling? Who is that old man staring back at me? Years take their toll. But it is not the years, it is the mileage. Bathed m...
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June | 2016 | theoldmanwhoisme
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About; The Old Man. Monthly Archives: June 2016. June 21, 2016 · 2:10 am. Confession in 6 Stages. Every day when I wake up. Having dreamt about you at night. When I see your friends or coworkers. It makes me ache for your presence. When I see silly little things. That remind me of you. I miss you some more. I am not too proud to say. That I miss you all of the time. I need your help. I have grown stronger. I have said goodbye to some dangerous things. I have started to care for myself. Too much for me.
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Discovery | theoldmanwhoisme
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About; The Old Man. Confession of A Cubs Fan. November 18, 2016 · 12:26 am. A pretty young girl took a seat at my bar. We had met many times before. She ordered her usual and said with a sigh. 8220;Work was terrible, it was slow and long”. I asked why, as i poured her drink. She explained that someone was trying to arrange. A meeting place at the last second. She explained who the person was. I said, you know, she is the person who i mourn. The person who had me hit rock bottom. Of meeting again someday.
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December | 2016 | theoldmanwhoisme
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About; The Old Man. Monthly Archives: December 2016. December 12, 2016 · 10:21 am. My house was quiet. My dog was gently snoring. Laying in front of one of the baseboard heaters. I can see my reflection in the computer screen. That face staring back at me. Seems to be that of a stranger. Where did those lines around the eyes come from? When did the gray hairs start to sprout? Why are those blue eyes dulling? Who is that old man staring back at me? Years take their toll. Or so they say. Bathed me to clean...
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Confession of A Cubs Fan | theoldmanwhoisme
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About; The Old Man. November 3, 2016 · 2:57 pm. Confession of A Cubs Fan. I remember watching the Cubs in 1984, with the Sarge, the daily double, JOE-DEE, the Bull, the red baron, the penguin, and all of that colorful team. I remember my dad letting me skip school to watch the playoffs. I remember going up 2 – 0, and thinking this was it! If you are a Cub fan, or know or love a Cub fan, please share this. Tagged as Chicago Cubs. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Follow Blog via Email.
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October | 2016 | theoldmanwhoisme
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About; The Old Man. Monthly Archives: October 2016. October 26, 2016 · 12:03 am. I have been lying in bed for over 4 hours. Listening to my ill-installed ceiling fan keep time. I am drained, tired beyond tired. Yet I still can’t fall asleep. My mind force feeds me images from forgotten dreams and nightmares. Replays them relentlessly at different speeds. I hear a favorite song stuck on repeat. Some sort of demented soundtrack. A piano playing chords all in minor keys. Into an old time microphone. I am no...
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July | 2016 | theoldmanwhoisme
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About; The Old Man. Monthly Archives: July 2016. July 31, 2016 · 3:45 am. I sat at the bar on a creaky stool, balanced precariously on the uneven floor. My friend sat on a ledge, smoking a cigarette, listening intently. I let all of the thoughts, the fears, the hopes, all of it pour out of me. It felt good to have that release, to say things out loud that had been stuck inside. I admitted to my friend my mistakes, how I clung and strangled near the end. My friend reminded me of other areas where I failed.
