Modern Man Don’t Stand No Chance

Mick Hugh/Mick’s Neon Fog

Mick's Neon Fog

I don’t know what brought me here, I’ve awoken from a nightmare 4 years in the making and find myself strangling with a JC Penny tie around my neck. I sit in bed in the early a.m. and I don’t look at you – I don’t look at the bed or the dusty typewriter on my desk, I stare at the wall until my brain turns numb. I won’t think of it; I won’t think of us or anything at all. Willingly brain-dead the morning routine before the commute down Route 80 – neurons shriveling, a brain matter withering into the mundane hum of the skull. I find myself at work with a tire-iron bashing the hood of my car. I don’t want a Keurig or all the clothes in your closet and I will go through life with a single pair of jeans. I’ve thrown in the trash every…

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Author: braveandrecklessblog

A former clinical social worker, I am a research administrator, writer and artist. I started writing fiction and poetry in my pre-teen years and most recently have been writing essays at the intersection of popular culture, politics, world events and my personal experience. I take the world seriously but believe that the ability to laugh at myself is essential to my survival. I am rediscovering myself at 50 after being defined primarily by my roles for the last 18 years. I refuse to be invisible. I honor my voice. I write because I have to.

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