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Kit Yona
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Fruit of Death! - Snapshots from My Third Day as a Clinic Escort
(escort names changed to protect their anonymity. Day One can be found here,  Day Two here. ) "Oh, shit, I thought you were one of them. Yeah, you can absolutely walk me past those people." And with that, she takes my arm. Much like Dante from Clerks  I'm n...

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We Did What? - Old Man Plays Hockey
August 16th, 2016. Over 6 months ago. 194 days, to be exact. That's amount of time since the Scurvy Dogs last left the ice as victors. With me in goal, no less. Small miracle, indeed. Since then we've had 11 losses and 4 ties. 15 games of not being able to ...

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I Can't Hear You Over The Creaking of My Joints
There. It's right there. The front hand dips, just a little. It's a tell, a hitch that precedes him firing the lead jab. It's going to come at my head, followed by some sort of kick-punch flurry. He's young, quick, strong. A third my age and already a black...

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It's the Hat, Right? - Snapshots from my Second Day as a Clinic Escort
(all names changed to protect the anonymity of the escorts) "AND NOW WE HAVE THIS GUY HOMOSEXUALIN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! AN ABOMINATION BEFORE CHRIST!" Mutton Chops doesn't like my hat. It's been almost two months since my first session as an escort at a pr...

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Opening Lines - Snapshots From a First Day as a Clinic Escort
"You'd better man up, buddy." I stop. My eyes flick to my right, hidden behind the type of sunglasses usually found on guys driving in their mid-life crisis mobiles. They're comfortable, they wrap around, and I don't think anyone is mistaking my F150 for a ...

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Slow Motion is a Terrible Thing - Old Man Plays Hockey
It's probably irrational, but when I start a game in goal I am a nervous wreck until the first shot comes at me. It's a matter of Imposter's Syndrome, that I'm terrible and have no right to be dragging my teammates down like an anchor with my sub-par goalte...

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So It Goes
A couple of days ago I picked up Slaughter-house Five  and started reading it again. It has been way too long since I've allowed myself to get lost in Vonnegut's prose, and now, as I sit here at 5:30am after what will likely prove to be one of the most disa...

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Tick . . . Tick . . . Tick . . . Boom?
Tonight's schedule has me attending martial arts class at 7:30pm. I'll be training with the black belt candidates, who are all teenagers prepping for their test next month. It is not uncommon for a class like this to start with three or four hundred jumping...

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It's TOTALLY a Winning Streak - Old Man Plays Hockey
Strange things happening on the ice, my friends. After losing 18 games in a row over the Winter and Spring seasons the Scurvy Dogs face the possibility of - nay, they stand in mortal peril of - finishing at .500 for the Summer season. Last night's win, our ...

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Wait, That's One of Our Moves - the Old Man Plays Hockey
It's such an infrequent occurrence - only twice to date during this calendar year - that I feel compelled to mention when the cosmic forces align enough for my hockey team to do the unfathomable and win a game. The other twenty-three games since January wer...
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