Honestly Kid

This is a list of all the people who appear in the Brenlee Story (the original Honestly Kid posts) and the posts where you can find them or things about them. There are others who are merely mentioned who don't appear here, but you don't need to worry too much about them. The principle folks are listed in the order in which they are identified in the course of the ... +more+

Billy walked downtown. Every street lamp seemed fated to click off as he passed under. None of them did. The pimple behind the register at the liquor store didn't recognize him. Billy had graduated the eighth grade with his mother. He'd feel old except she had him four days before her sixteenth birthday. Billy tried not to sound guilty as he asked for cigarettes and rolling paper. The kid only smirked and ... +more+

He told her about the old man, about Fresno, drinking coffee, and Maria, Tommy's mother. He didn't tell her who the old man accused of killing the boys. He couldn't. It felt simply too absurd. He wasn't sure it was true yet, hadn't reasoned out all the evidence the old man had rattled off on that park bench as though listing the ingredients of a favorite family recipe. When Tamra asked ... +more+

Red is my favorite color. Always has been. It's the color I most often see when I close my eyes and the color I most often want to see. Red. This weekend I made some minor tweaks to this site's theme that felt long overdue:

• Tweaked the fonts using TypeKit - a nifty new gizmo that helps you increase your options for real fonts on the web - it has

About ten years ago, when my life had put me in a place that I didn't want to be and I felt I couldn't escape constant disappointment I spent virtually all of my daily 1.5 hour commute time mulling / reflecting / ruminating / picking-over / obsessing about just why I could never have the life/job I wanted. Somewhere in my personal morass of complaints, paranoid accusations, invented slights, and ... +more+

Man is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed. - Blaise Pascal Like everyone, I have a few favorite ideas that I can't help returning to. One of those is getting lost, wandering around somewhere that might have once seemed so familiar, and then finding my way home again from a whole new angle. Note: I didn't say it was entirely ... +more+