Darkness, My Name Is

In the list of scary things to do, I'd have to put playing Truth or Dare with a group of drunk adults right up at the top. When parties become inward and all talk of psychic self-defense and other lives ceases, the partygoers will often turn to the shock of the real to add a jolt of pain and excitement to an otherwise dull gathering. I've learned all sorts of things that I would have rather not about people looking to avoid the dare option. Even worse, the dare options usually involve kissing someone, taking off a piece of clothes (I will confess to a partial striptease --this was many many years ago involving lots of whiskey and an LL Cool J soundtrack), or plain idiotic (usually involving eating really awful foods). All in all, I'd rather talk about my past lives, but of course, nothing is the past, as everyone who plays any kind of game knows all too well.


Michelle's Spell of the Day

"Darkness, my name is Denis Johnson,/and I am almost ready/ to confess it is not some awful/ understanding that has carried me here." Denis Johnson

Cocktail Hour

Drinking television suggestion: Breaking Bonaduce (This has to be my absolute favorite guilty pleasure. It's on VH1, and the second season starts tonight.)

Benedictions and Maledictions

Midrash

Things are not what they once were;
a given. You have looked back one
too many times, and I have failed to make
the requisite sacrifices. Our relationship
does not seem ideal to anyone. You have
heard all my stories, the ones about what
went wrong in that dangerous land of troubled
childhood. I am territory that you no longer
choose to fight for. Don't cast your eyes down.
You know, if only for this once, I'm right.