DB Fraizer

I went into the national celebration called Black Wednesday not realizing how much I needed a release. The release came in moments wrapped up in ironies. Real ironies, not the poetic moments people mistake for ironies. Then again, I hold off on that because I might get to the end of this thought and mistake [...]

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“No. Pride won’t be my fall. I’m a Cubs’ fan. My heart was coming apart before I was born.” – Nat Finn. I dunno. I suppose everyone who claims to be a writer has either distractions posed as vices or vices posed as distractions. Many drink. Some just roll up in a bed and hide [...]

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My mother told me the news in that “I haven’t had a chance to tell him,” sort of way as we rode with my grandfather to our Sunday night dinner. I knew who my great uncle was more than I knew him. We were family though we weren’t that close. We weren’t distant – he [...]

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