Stevie Nicks is Fine
Read moreLike a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
And what you had
And what you lostFleetwood Mac, “Dreams”
Danny
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead moreDaniel still prays to his God three times every day. – The Book of Daniel
The Irishman
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead more“Partin was a big tough-looking man with an extensive criminal record as a youth. Hoffa misjudged the man and thought that because he was big and tough and had a criminal record and was out on bail and was from Louisiana, the home states of Carlos Marcello, the man must have been a guy who paints houses.”
Charles Brant and Frank Sheeran in “The Irishman,” originally published as “I Heard You Paint Houses.”
Wendy Anne Rothdram Partin
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead more“I was born WAR, and marrying Ed Partin WARP’ed me; I was better off at war.”
My mom
The Irishman
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead more“Edward Grady Partin was a big, rugged guy who could charm a snake off a rock.”
Jimmy Hoffa
Youtube Twitter TikTok Facebook
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead moreWhat if one day, Youtube, Twitter, TikTok, and Facebook merged, and because it’s one platform, You Twit Tok Face, everyone parroted and believed the same thing? Who’d be pulling the proverbial strings?
A neighbor, probably high, and probably repeating something they saw online
Spider Man
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead moreTrain up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.
Proverbs 22:6
Cranky Ken
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinRead moreI spend my life looking for the Friend
When I find him
If I find him
Will I get those years back?
Rumi
Neighbor Carl
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartin“And Kennedy made him a national hero,” my neighbor, Carleton summarized, “and that’s the only reason he didn’t go to jail for rape, murder, kidnapping, and, ironically, perjury? Just to get Hoffa?”
Read moreJoyce Hicks Rothdram
/in Uncategorized /by jasonpartinGranny spit blood into her Kleenex, sipped her watered down Scotch on the rocks, and tried to take a drag off her cigarette. She coughed up bloody phlem, and these were her final words to me:
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