T-1 day. To quote my favorite leather-jacketed, baseball bat-wielding antihero, it’s a big day. Today is my last day at North Coast Brewing Company. I never thought I would work there as long as I have; it was a job when I needed a job. It’s a world class company that makes a world class
T-2 days. Apparently, people like fantastical poems about rats. I’m not saying I’m achieving Mr. Beast status with it, but there was some love for the Rat Warrior. Maybe I should write a ballad about a naughty kitty monk and his forbidden love for a river otter. I might have sold the Honda. Guy is
Originally published in the April 2019 issue of The Scramasaex, the Shire of Ravenshore’s newsletter Beneath the dark depths of an ancient keepA façade near impregnable to allToiled the valkyric norvegicusIn mistrusted work by tooth and gall One by one the sisters crept intoThe night, driven by hungry stomaches’ growlInto the home of the twisted
T-3 days. Still no Mickey. I really hadn’t anticipated that this would be a “Mickey watch” blog. I was more looking forward to writing through some anxiety, some excitement, and a touch of grief related to moving away from the town I’ve lived in for 22 years. I didn’t think I would have to write
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Hi, I’m Matthew. Computer guy, former community reporter, book lover!
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