Every Now If Not Again (Capacity Pt. 24)


Every Now If Not Again (Capacity Pt. 24)

I know I speak too often in ‘sometimes’ but nothing is ever ‘every time’ or ‘all the time’ is it? I mean, can you have anything more than once? Or, is it now or nothing? How do we accept our endings? Do we call it ‘happy’ just because it’s over? Yeah, sometimes we have to. I congratulate my losses for being able to leave.

Who Said What To Whom (Capacity Pt. 23)


Who Said What To  Whom (Capacity Pt. 23)

You ever hear some shit that turns your insides to piss and vinegar? Just a few words can suck all the honey out of you if you let and I like to let it. How about you? I need a good reason to be in a bad mood. Without that I’d just be asleep at the wheel, so to speak. I think we all need a little rage in our gas tanks to keep us going but rage is nothing without reason.

So, anyway, I heard well overheard somebody talking the other day and oh sweet Jesus, I wish I could’ve kicked their words right back down their throats but I’m too nice to do that. Or, maybe I just didn’t want to lose a fight with some douchebags that day. On another day, who knows, I have my limits and I’m getting close to the edge. A person just like their town can also reach capacity.

A Little Snow Is Good For the Soul (Capacity Pt. 22)


A Little Snow Is Good For The Soul (Capacity Pt. 22)

I like it when the world slows down for a bit. When this place goes a little Lake Woebegone for a few months. Snow is the way nature has chosen to scatter its Sandman dust over us folks. Snow puts us a bit more at ease. Into a state of rest – well except when the cabin fever strikes then, it’s positively sadistic. Like the clouds get off on your frustration.

Winter isn’t too long around these parts but it’s certainly long enough. I mean, even one cold day can feel like an eternity. Put enough snow on the ground and you consider a nap your best form of attack. Sleep is a weapon. Sometimes the only way to fight the weather is with somnipunk. Just take a respite from the falling snow and wake up when it’s all over. Hibernation is a powerful thing. It feeds the soul when the body can no longer fight for itself.

Comeuppance Of Age (Capacity Pt. 21)


Comeuppance Of Age (Capacity Pt.21)

When you’re a kid you have some ideas about how the way the world works. You need to. Every good plan starts with a firm foundation. We go to school with the thought that maybe we’ll learn something that will help us get ahead and get out of this world.  Or at least get out of this version of the world.

Then one day we grow up. We don’t know exactly when we’ll grow up but one day we’ll know that we’re an adult. And being adult happens differently for each person. Likewise being a kid never stops for some and being a kid comes with its own subjective understandings.

For me, one day I was a college kid and then I wasn’t. 21 wasn’t easy and it’s been worse since then. My parents ‘died’ one after another when I hit 21 and I’ve been on my own ever since. This is when I started to get a grasp of the capacity and I think I know how it works. That’s when I started rusting. Maybe I’m a hoarder but we’ll need more parts some day. I’m promising you that.

Guaranteed (Capacity Pt. 20)


Guaranteed (Capacity Pt. 20)

Are You Looking For Something?

I’ll find it guaranteed.

Contact me anytime of day or night

retrievalservices@gmail.com

on twitter @retrievalservices

or on facebook and instagram

you can even swipe right on tinder

or click like on okcupid

and for the old fashioned folk call me at 555-Go Get It

I’m around and I’ll find whatever you’ve lost.

The Big One (Capacity Pt. 19)


The Big One (Capacity Pt. 19)

I’m more of a garbage picker than a treasure hunter. I don’t expect to find anything too valuable but if you sell enough trash you can eventually buy something that’s really worth something. For me, it’s a bike. It’s a small town but I still need to get around and kind of fast. It took a lot of scrapping out there to put together the money I needed but I did it and I didn’t get caught going in those dumpsters that are off limits to the likes of a ruster like me. Now, it’s onto step number two. I think. I don’t know. I’m not much of a planner but wherever I need to get to next it’ll be a little easier now. See you later slowpokes.

For Real Though (Capacity Pt. 18)


For Real Though (Capacity Pt. 18)

Nobody ever believes anything I say and sometimes I don’t believe me either. I mean, how much can I trust my eyes? I wear glasses and besides I’ve become or maybe I’ve always been that family member that’s a bit off. You know, the one who’s seen too much, heard too much, been in too many odd situations. The one who has a lot of theories but not a lot of proof. Yeah, I’m that person but I’m telling you, I’ve seen some shit. I’m telling you, something is up. Some “strange things are afoot at the Circle K” kind of stuff. What if I told you death isn’t the end? What if I told you I know what those towers are for? Oh, you wouldn’t believe me. You see a high rise and I see a factory. You see apartments and offices and I see where ghosts are made just not in the way you might think. But, never mind, I’ve already said too much and besides you don’t believe me but believe this, if one day you don’t hear from me again be certain somebody somewhere heard me telling you this.