Alone In The Car

Photo by d.Nelle Vincent. Seligman, AZ

skeletons pursue

when you stare through the rearview

leave them all behind

I Have A Story For Everywhere You’ve Been

d.Nelle Vincent. Seligman, AZ

I shot this photo in 2009 but I didn’t get it until just now.

It’s an Arizona Cardinal.

I’ve been all over the great American Southwest, to towns that time passed by.

Speeding down the mother road, a smoke in one hand and snacks littering the floor. Camera gear in the back of the car and hippie deodorant stinking since the day before.

I’ve climbed through barbed wire to explore the Lone Wolf Annex and braved the stray dogs on Backroad to watch the sunset in Madrid Cemetery.

I’ve been chased out of churches by natives with guns and told to go back where I came from.

I’ve heard the call of the void from atop Mt. Charleston. John Denver heard it too when his plane crashed into the Monterey Bay and more recently I sat inside by the window while Debbie Reynolds died of a broken heart.

I’ve been where you’ve been, down this road and that.

To every place left to wilt in the sun.

I’ve been away for awhile. Ventured to the east in the name of love but now our time here grows short and there is much to do.

Only so many days until we go back home.

What’s Fonzie Like?


I was working alone in the copy center for the first time today.

Naturally, that meant being slammed with Easterville’s finest in needy and rude patrons.

Retail is a b’yatch.

A woman who was hearing impaired tore up copies that she had made and threw them at me because she apparently thought that being deaf was also a no-holds-barred license to act like a twat.

It’s not, by the way, and I walked away from her until she could write down what she wanted like a civilized human being.  She thought that was rude but I thought it was nicer than punching her.

There were others but she was the worst.

A relentless poo-blizzard of treacherous bastards…

And then a brief reprieve when a lady came in with several boxes that needed taping up and shipping.  She noticed my TaijiFit pendant.

“That’s a beautiful necklace, what does it mean?”

Me: “It’s supposed to look like a Chinese character but it’s actually a person doing Tai Chi.”

Her: “Oh, that’s so cool! Do you practice Tai Chi?”

Me: “I do.”

Her: “That must be why you look so calm in the midst of this chaos.”

Me: “Do I look calm?”

Her: “Yes!”

Me: “Well then, I deserve a Twinkie!”

She laughed and I stayed cool, like Jules in Pulp Fiction.






I Don’t Write Fiction In 2017


I intended to write an eloquent soliloquy in farewell to 2016 but my neighbors are playing their music so fucking loud that my dishes are rattling so let’s talk about that instead.

There are many compelling reasons to move away from the apartment life and chief among them is neighbors. Neighbors and their music, kids, friends with benefits leaving their cars all over the place, dogs that they don’t clean up after, and their sticky discarded mattresses in the dumpster.

People can be disgustingly annoying and adult human beings should not share common walls with one another.

By this time next year I’ll be writing from the breakfast nook of my new home in Los Lunas, New Mexico.

But a whole lot of stuff has to happen before that outcome can materialize.

There is money to make, contracts to sign, school to attend, credit to repair, land to be cleaned up and a house to buy.  The massive river of inertia is once again being rerouted only this time it leads back to the southwest.

The east coast is alright, it’s green, the squirrels are cute and the ocean is nifty but I don’t belong here. It’s not in my blood.

In 2017 Xavier and I are both going back to school. The time has come to sharpen the ax. In the meantime I am working in the print and marketing department at the nation’s largest supplier of stapler accessories.  It’s ok for now.  It’s consistent income which is more than I can say for the fitness industry.  I’m going after a degree in computer science though so the copy machines are temporary.  It’s not a bad job but I want more money, a lot more money.

I feel like I have underutilized my intellectual capacity.  I want to do something that makes me feel smart and pays the bills.  I’ve discovered plenty of ways not to accomplish this and I no longer have the wherewithal for messing around with mindfuck MLMs.  If you’ve been flirting with the disaster known as “home based business”, let me save you some valuable time and money with this one piece of advice.

If you want to make real money, learn real skills.

Peddling bogus nutritional products or whatever imaginary system that Empower Network sells is not a real skill and the longer you leave your hand in the fire the more in debt you’re likely to become. Are they scams? No, but they’re bullshit games of hot potato; passing the buck on a product that is inherently worthless until or unless you can pass it off to someone else by convincing them that you know the “secret” when all along it was only hypnotic smoke and unicorn tears.

So, like I said, it’s time to hit the books, to grow the brain, to work smarter not harder and to invest in our future.

Let’s call 2017 The Year Of The Wolf.  The year of strong connection with instincts and intuition, high intelligence, loyalty and communication.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go break my neighbor’s stereo.