Breaking the Breaking wheel explanation

Not really explaining the piece, no sense in doing that.  Once it's out, it's out, and maybe you can guide the discussion (hah, people discussing my writing), but it's not really yours anymore.

Anyway, I had written this in college, senior year to be specific (so 2008).  It was an assignment for a class (in fact, I need to finish more non-assigned stories of mine; maybe the looming hand in deadline just forces me to finish).

Fast forward 3 years (shit, it's really been 3 years) and the Philadelphia DA is going balls out (prolly poor word choice there) against the Philadelphia Archdiocese about molestation and stuff in regards to active clergy.  20-some or 30-some priests are now removed from active duty and I remembered I had written this story about this kind of stuff, I guess.

So there it is.  Maybe I'll edit it later (it hasn't been touched in 3 years, and I have plenty of feedback to make decent changes), but yeah, this is as it was.

Maybe I'll put up more of my old stories later (in fact I wanna say that was one of my reasons for starting this second page).

-- Knuttel

Breaking the Breaking Wheel

The earth was brown. The hills, the fields, everything, brown. Winter was ending and everything was still in the process of thawing out. Small blocks of snow and ice led to black pools and puddles. Some farm animals were out congregating in the fields, black sheep, white sheep, cows. A raven sat on a bare tree branch looking out to the same view I had.

I was driving into the countryside to give a dieing priest his last rites and deathbed confession. It’s kind of funny, giving a priest a deathbed confession. You really wouldn’t figure a priest to be much of a sinner. No, you expect them to be a more upright citizen, an example of how to lead your own life in some ways. I could only imagine his list of sins – Forgive me Father, but I didn’t say my morning prayers yesterday; forgive me Father, but I phoned in last week’s sermon. Sure, we’re all human, but you’d like to think those in service of the Lord try themselves to be a little better, trying as much not to give into certain baneful needs of our mortal shell.

Beer Logo

So I've been brewing a lot of beer recently, and I've been using pretty basic labels (mostly just as identification).  Anyways, a friend of mine told me the idea he had for my logo, and I went about doing in (in MS paint, might actually look better in photoshop, but whatevs, don't have photoshop).  It is quite interesting to see your face right above a set of breasts, drawn or not, I will say that much.  I guess I could list specific styles below the title banner.

-- Knuttel, with thanks to Rob