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One thing rings true about all substance abusers - whether it be alcohol or drugs or both - at one point in time, they will tell you two things: I don't have a problem. I can quit anytime I want to. Which, of course, is far from the truth. Once that demon is on your back, weighing you down day after day and week after week and month after month and year after year, the option you once had to stop on your own is long gone now.

Was my old chair magical? Nope. Mystical? No. Does a chair have a soul? Of course not. Can a chair perform miracles? Not really. But...I do believe that God can use his power of divine intervention to use a chair to bring people together or make someone happy when they need it the most.

These days - in the age of the internet and so called “social networking” - the seemingly bold actions of my own generation seem very mild in comparison. Now days, two kids that think they're in love send each other sexually explicit text messages - known as “sexting” - complete with nude photos taken with their cell phone cameras.

I’m sitting in a rear corner booth in Bud’s tavern, a known haunt for the walking wounded where they are looking for love in all the wrong places. Under the crimson glare of the bar’s lights, I stare out at a sea of empty lives. Men and women searching for the momentary distraction of drunken comradery to numb themselves from the pain of their own reality. The décor reeks of a pervasive hopelessness that has settled even into the Formica tables; an air of desperation as thick as the spent Scotch fumes from the nearby table.

Brian and Phil had been best friends since kindergarten. They were also big fans of the TV series Star Trek. An old abandoned factory on the edge of town proved to be a great place to pretend they were flying a huge spaceship—that is, until they discovered that they weren't alone. There are illegal moonshiners that have taken over the building for their own criminal enterprises, and they don't intend to allow two nosey kids to ruin it for them. Trapped in the building and being hunted by a huge man known only as Mr. Hellbilly, they have only nine hours to find a way out....

As one nation - under God - we can defeat this and bounce back. But only if we keep the faith and never, ever, allow anyone or anything to make us lose sight on what's important again: our freedoms of human contact. A hug or warm embrace. A tender kiss. The touch of a hand. A shoulder to cry on. Hearing our loved one's voices again - in person. Social gatherings instead of social media. Gathering in our places of worship to thank the one and only almighty God in Heaven for what we have because of his love and grace for us no matter how bad our sins may have been in our past.

"For me, life went on. I grew up, got a job, made new friends, got married, fathered two children, divorced, and moved on again. But no matter where I was or what I was doing or who I was with at the time, I couldn't help but wonder if Elnora's life had moved on--in a happy, normal fashion, that is. So many years later, in the age of the internet and social media, I'd decided to launch my own “investigation” into her life. What I'd found--which wasn't much--led me to believe that her life had been anything but happy or normal."

In the late 1970s, at the height of the disco club scene's popularity, little did anyone know it, but a silent, invisible killer known as HIV would soon cause not only a nationwide panic, but an increase in sexual freedom, believe it or not. With such a deadly and wide spread killer on the loose - transmitted primarily by sexual contact - then why the increase in sexual promiscuity?

Back in 1974, I had decided to become something I wasn't, and ended up realizing that all that time I had pretended to be someone else, I wasn't being fair to the real person I was deep down. If you have to be cool and tough, and bully others to feel better about yourself, YOU are the bully—and in more ways than one.

I think almost everyone has had a first true love or a bad case of puppy love - or a case of “infatuation” as my mother would have called it - but regardless of the extent of these feelings, it still leaves you pretty messed up for a while. I have had several “infatuations” in my day, one of them being a beautiful young woman named Terri, whom I still think about from time to time. As a matter of fact, more often than not, I think about her at least 30 seconds of each day.

Abby Williams and Libby German. Their voices have been silenced forever now, except for home videos or memories. Abby and Libby need a voice again, so now it is up to their families - and the rest if us who want justice for these girls - to create a new voice for them, to tell their story, and never stop our voices from speaking up until the man responsible is behind bars forever.

July, 1975. Vincennes, Indiana. It was the summer of '75. A time of killer sharks at the movies - Alice Cooper's Nightmare and Star Trek: A Technical Manual - none of which really appealed to me, but then, I wasn't part of the pop culture "in" crowd. Fortunately, I wasn't alone.

This volume - just like the second volume - is somewhat different in theme than the first one. Whereas the first volume featured a variety of subjects, some of them even having to do with world events, this volume tends to lean in a totally different direction, some of the stories focusing on subjects more personal to us all, the stories more humble or grounded in the reality of life no matter how hard it may to deal with at times.

On December 24, 2019, after almost six years of being an in home caregiver for my mother, it suddenly all came to an abrupt ending when my mother had to be admitted to the hospital - and then a nursing home - for her own good. One would think a man in my position would have felt at least a certain amount of relief, knowing in his heart that she was better off in the hands of trained employees who could give her 24-hour care, which I myself could not provide. What happened to me over the next few weeks all came crashing down on me at the same time.

A collection of interviews with true crime writers, who share their insight into penning a successful true crime book, including Stephen Singular, Barbara Bentley, John Gilmore, and Dary Matera.

It's like you are in a slow-motion car crash. It's as though time has stopped on a dime. Your eyes are wide open in fear, your body is as stiff as a dime-store mannequin, and your mouth is open in terrified awe, but no words come out. You can't believe this is really happening to you because you have never believed in the paranormal before. Until now. In Haunted Heartland, author David Boyer has assembled a vast and intriguing collection of real-life ghost stories that will make non-believers question the existence of ghosts, as well as thrill the true believers.

Hot & Horrifying: The First Ladies of Horror is a must-hear for all fans of the "Scream Queen" and fans of independent horror as well. The term "Scream Queen" has at times been associated with negative comments from film critics who find the term - and the films it is associated with - to be demeaning, exploitive of women in horror films. Then again, some of these critics have admittedly never seen a horror film, let alone met the actresses they seem so intent on stereotyping.

I always enjoy looking back on my memories of growing up in Vincennes, Indiana. No matter how many things change as the years fly by, I will always look back fondly upon my time here in V-Town, and I hope this series of stories will spark a happy memory for you, too. Regardless of how these stories may affect you, I am sure that everyone in my hometown will find something in these sections to make you smile.

A horror novelist, hard at work on his new book, suddenly realizes that his plotline reminds him way too much of the disappearance and murder of a young girl he fell in love with almost 30 years ago. Coincidence? Maybe not. A mentally challenged young man, often the object of torment and ridicule, becomes the local hero in the end, helping to solve a string of decade-old murders. An aging hit man, dying of cancer, reflects back on the question he has been asking himself for almost 40 years: Was it his bullet that killed JFK, or was someone else involved?

When Aileen and her brother were little kids, they thought their grandparents were their real parents. Truth was, their father was a satanist and child molester who hung himself in prison. Their mother was a whore who abandoned them when they were barely out of diapers. But that was nothing compared to what awaited her out in the real world.