Arthur Mullen's blog
A longish day. I cleaned out the coins from the car, a three year collection in my center console containing twenty five dollars worth, mostly pennies. The money went to pay for a half dozen cupcakes, which I brought to my review at work. The cupcakes were for my general manager Eric, Chris the owner,… Continue reading Down the Giant Slide
21 miles yesterday. Unbearable, boiling point, agony, boredom, physical breakdown, The Wall. I am taunting the beast and its twisting my body in a vice. But I will not quit until the beast does. In the twentieth mile I almost lost it, started sobbing uncontrollably, because someone had written large words in pink chalk on… Continue reading Hotter Than September
I am beginning to feel like a member of an outdoors club. Every week this month I have hiked a different path through wild Massachusetts. A year ago I was smoking cigarettes and stewing in the basement. Not that I don't still marinate more than the average lobster, but lately I've been climbing out of… Continue reading Wild Massachusetts