Category Archives: Willie stories

Life on death row: Reflections of the universe from the funhouse-mirrored dungeons of the blind.

The truth is the truth not because it is factual but because it is universal. The mere facts of this incident or that one – always up for quibble – are little wisps of nothing, to be eroded away in … Continue reading

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How did Reggie and Shake buy their way into adulthood? With Bitcoin, of course.

Who wants to go zipline kayaking?Photo by: Mike MozartA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story September 16, 2017 “So we’re in Dick’s Sporting Goods, all the way up in the steel scaffolding in the ceiling. You know how it’s all open up … Continue reading

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America’s Most Educated: “We know you only want what’s best for your kids. And you can’t have it.”

There is a fate in America thatis even worse than education:Re-education.Photo by: David GoehringA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story October 19, 1996 Little Tommy Carruthers wasn’t looking for trouble. In fact he was looking for a way out – and fast. … Continue reading

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Like Holden Caulfield – the second time as farce: Turning the mirror on Loco Willie.

Looking for the nursery of lifelong sociopathy?You came to the right place.Photo by: Ben Collins-SussmanA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story You’ve probably never thought of this, but there are regulars at the mall. Lots of them, and lots of different kinds. … Continue reading

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Cinderella’s memories of the zoo.

A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story October 22, 1996 Cinderella was in a snit, and who could blame her? She was an orphan swarmed by a family of strangers, accidental intimates, pushy and intrusive and unwelcome. And the most distant stranger … Continue reading

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Prufrock’s honor…

There is worthiness, which is difficult; it can never be supplied by another, and it can never be faked. And there is worship, which is demanding; you can fake the virtues the worshipper worships, but you dare not falter. And … Continue reading

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Lies all the way down: Ventilating Uncle Willie’s Father’s Day funk.

“Hey, dipshit, if you want to lose your house and lose your family, to see your kids a third of the time if you’re lucky, to watch them spin out of control as they learn to pit the two of … Continue reading

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