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What I Learned From Being Homeless

An essay on valuing the simple things in life…   If there’s one thing I learned I while staying in a homeless shelter, it is thus: those people know how to survive. Living with a community of men, most mentally ill or ex-convicts, I found a family that I had never encountered before. We shared our struggles and triumphs, whether it be celbrating finding a dollar bill on the sidewalk or snagging a cookie from the grocery store. Most of our days were filled with boredom and waiting in lines. In Cleveland, much was made about a free meal to had at a local church. A older gentleman named Jamie would walk with me every Saturday morning to St. Malachi’s church, where we filled up donuts, grits, and eggs, as well as pancakes. The food was abundant and I was never hungry. I ate so much that I was able to chop up my food stamp card. By the time I left Cleveland I had over 800 dollars stored on it. But being homeless was …

10 Titles for Potential Non-Fiction Bestsellers

The Following is a list of title free for the taking. Add some of yours and share with the world to steal!   Zen Hoboism How to Eat Tofu Without Gagging Master the Art of Slicing Bread! Sugar is Not the Enemy Jesus is My Friend, and So Can You! I Tried Bestiality and It Wasn’t For Me How to Lose You Beer Gut in Ten Days! Dealing With Silent Farts: A Growing Epidemic The Pen is Mightier Than the Keyboard (A Collection of Indie Poetry) Blogging Made Easy: Just Hit Submit!   Copyright 2017 Michael Medlen None of this work is real but can be used for a small royalty fee. Contact for more info!

RIP SAM SHEPARD

In many ways my hero of spoken words, Sam Shepard will always be the writer who penned the absurd and equally surrealist Lobster Man for a play that was perhaps too bizarre for most. I first encountered his work as a junior in college. I had to study a playwright and at random picked him for my author to study. Through his work I discovered the theater of the batshit crazy. He came out of the 60s, a late hippy whose work never seemed to make much sense. His early plays were an extreme form of Avant Garde, both disturbing and schlocky in their unkempt behavior, as if a schizophrenic tripping on LSD had discovered a typewriter for the first time. The second part of the statement might be true. Shepard was gifted in the way Shakespeare was. He was poetic but not in meter in rhyme. He had a knack for a particular American vernacular the way Bukowski had. He channeled the demons of the back roads of the American West, where junkies and …

How to Make Money on eBay

Buy Low. Sell High. This is the mantra to live by. Criticism is often aimed at our pursuit of profit, as if making money is the nature of evil. Remember, money is not the root of all evil. That is a misquote of a biblical teaching. According to the King James Version of the Holy Bible, the true quote is, “For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil.” (1 Tim. 6:10, italics added for emphasis) It’s important to make a distinction here. The love of money is the cause of much distress in the world, often at the expense of human suffering. We place currency above the human condition and worship the almighty dollar as if it will alliviate all of our problems. Which isn’t a bad way to think, I should add. But the problem here is that when we place money before God we replace divinity with earthly substances, knowing full well the danger that entails. Let’s be honest: Money can alleviate problems. It can lift us out …

Why the Need to Cum?

Recently, and I mean very recently, I’ve begun to delve into the tantric arts. Having read, heard, and felt the need to learn a skill I feel I’ll never use may baffle some, I really think every man in America should practice the art form for their own sanity. The very idea of sleeping with a woman without cumming scares the shit out of me. What is sex without the bang at the end? To me this was the very source of enjoyment that came with sex. And yet the more I study the art, the more I feel the need to let go of the very act of letting go. Living for the cum is a lifestyle beset by instant gratification and frankly self-centeredness. Not to say a good orgasm isn’t welcome, of fucking necessary, but just fucking to get off becomes dull. Pleasure to me stems from both partners and involves the give and take of taking control and passing it to the partner when the time is deemed right. If a woman …

A Biblical Reflection on the Narrator of Invisible Man

Perhaps contradictory to what we have been conditioned to believe by a liberal minded media in the modern 21st century, much misalignment has been taught from an oversimplification of accountability and blame in regards to the plight of the black person at the turn of the 20th century. Fresh off the heels of slavery and the exploration of what it means to be black in a white America, the current that runs through the novel Invisible Man is one of rage and anger directed towards a cruel and indifferent society in this country, exemplified thru the persecution of Clifton and the disregard of our own narrator’s conscious and voice. That his protestation of the communist’s party’s plan to fuel the riots of Harlem is met with indifference and complete lack of understanding is a mere indication of his own ineffectiveness as a voice of clarity and reason in a society that doesn’t see race as an indication of morality. And yet, here is a man about to stumble on the stark realization that only he …

I Never Missed Toledo Until I Was Homeless (Part 6)

I Never Missed Toledo Until I Was Homeless (Part 6)   His name is Drew and I’m convinced he’s a saint.   No more than 5”7’ and around 150 pounds, Drew is new like me to the City Mission, having stayed exactly one more night than I. Also like me he’s in a crisis, looking for a new beginning to life, tho for different reasons.   Drew tells me he’s here because he was addicted to meth and is trying to escape his old life. Having seen friends go crazy on the drug, he called the mission and was told they had a spot for him. 20 mintues after than phone call he was out the door and headed here.   He tells me he’s from Brunswick, Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland tho I have no idea where that’s at. He was working at a metal factory, working a stamping machine, but is cryptic but his current situation. I gather from talking with him that he was living with his mom and then some friends …