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After much ado, I made it to Seattle’s Qwest field to see the Dalai Lama on Saturday. His visit to Seattle over the past five days has been a part of the Seeds of Compassion, a gathering to “celebrate and explore the relationships, programs and tools that nurture and empower children, families and communities to be compassionate members of society.” It wasn’t solely a Buddhist program, but who better to bring knowledge of the spiritual importance of compassion than the Dalai Lama. You can’t get that shit …

I grew up in a Catholic household and spent my formative years in a Catholic grade school complete with ugly plaid uniforms and regular trips to church. As a family, we went to mass on a near-weekly basis until I was in sixth grade. It was then that my parents insisted my sister and I continue on to church while they stayed home sleeping in, eating breakfast and reading the paper. Instead we would sneak to Winchell’s for donuts and then swing by the church just long …

Years ago, while living out my high school life as a closeted homosexual pervert, my mother decided I needed to go to a Christian summer camp and sleep in a cabin full of girls.
We sang some Christian songs each night and spent our days in the sun swimming and tanning and sometimes talking about our relationship with the Lord. I didn’t tell anyone about how, during my sixth grade religion class, I learned what a homosexual was and, for the first of many times, thought I might be one.
Camp …

Janie and I returned from our 36 hour adventure in Kennewick late last night and we quickly spilled into bed and drifted off. Before I faded, I could hear Carson eagerly drinking from her water bowl for what seemed like minutes. Her rhythmic lapping sent me to dreams of her peeing all over Janie’s pillow.
We arrived in Kennewick late on Friday evening and quickly tore off our pants and laid on the bed, before turning on the television. We seem to have made a habit of this…watching …