Now retired to Napa, surveying his private-label vineyard from the pool-deck of his 20,000 square-foot 'villa', he strums his Martin - yes, it's the one on the cover of 'unplugged' - purchased for six figures from the Christies Clapton auction, a true Birkenstockbroker, a 60s radical who simply took a brief detour.
by Monkey's Dad October 14, 2023

by Monkey's Dad November 26, 2019

In the COVID-19, stay-at-home time-sense, any given saturmontuesfrithurswedsunday might as well be any other.
by Monkey's Dad April 28, 2020

Looking down from her solitary balcony at the empty street, she thought warmly of her many friends, and those she hoped someday to meet, glad that they were nowhere near her, happy for the moment to be the gregarious loner.
by Monkey's Dad April 10, 2020

He had squandered his youth and was now beset by retropathy, needing to do it again and do it better. He would quit his job, find his first car and buy it back, find his old girlfriend and they'd hit the road. He'd wake up one morning and be twenty again. He was sure of it.
by Monkey's Dad October 30, 2021

A Covid-denier's first response to hearing that a person has died from Covid-19. Because they absolutely know that the disease is nothing more than a politicized hoax.
by Monkey's Dad September 07, 2020

A degree of delusional derangement worthy of Marjorie Taylor Greene. Craziness on par with believing that the Sandy Hook massacre was staged, that Trump is a Messiah sent by God to smite the Democratic child-killers lurking under the pizza parlor, and indeed that he "won" the election. To clarify; that Adam Lanza did not kill any children but that Hillary and Biden regularly do so.
by Monkey's Dad February 02, 2021
