I’ve never been much with spoken word.  When people who know me and have been unfortunate enough to hear me speak on some occasion, when they read me, they invariably react with borderline disbelief.  I don’t sound like a person that should be able to write anything worth reading, and perhaps none of the scribblings in this blog will be worthwhile, but I hope at least a few lines will be worth some of your time.  I hope at least one will hit you dead-on.

I derive an invariable pleasure from banging out a phrase that articulates thoughts I don’t have the tongue to express in conversation.  Those rare, crystallized sentiments that hit home, spark you up, elicit a visceral reaction — expressions that, in a hyphen, hit you dead-on.

That’s the goal of this blog, to pay the time and attention most of my thoughts don’t deserve, but do require if I’m to catch even an inkling of that erstwhile spark, that one phrase in ten-thousand half-murmured impressions swirling at the top of my head that somehow suck in enough weight to sink down to eye-level, perhaps as deep as my gut, writing that satisfies me more deeply than taking long-held shit, hammering a beer and smashing the glass against the wall still echoing with the satisfied bellows of my base-man.

Dig it.  Get at me if you do.  Move on if you don’t, but please do find something that hits you dead-on.