The Nail

A few days ago I was outside playing fetch with my dog and we got into a friendly game of ” drop it what does drop it mean?” When all of the sudden one of my acrylic nails popped off.

I was looking at my now naked nail and ugly finger ( my hands, yuck they are UGLY ) when this thought popped into my head.

” You know Anita, if they all popped off you could play the guitar again.”

After we went in ( I lost at the game of drop it, what does drop it mean)  I pulled my guitar out of the closet, took it from it’s case and tuned it’s dull yet ok strings. Here’s the funny part. I gave this to myself 6 years ago after not playing guitar for over 15 years and then put it away.

I was surprised I could tune it by ear. It was a surprise.

Then I tried to find the rest of my gear.

Most of it was gone, I gave it to my brother and my Amp is a Vox Super Beatle that can NO WAY be used where I live now because that baby is LOUD.

So I went on line and ordered a little practice amp and all that stuff you need if you want to play.

Plus I bought headphones.


Then I went to work at taking off the rest of my nails- not so awesome. But I did it and managed to not hurt myself. I tell a lie. It did hurt. Oh well.

I am ready to go back to playing the guitar- without a doubt that impulsive little thought was the best decision ( coupled with taking my writing seriously ) I’ve made in years

and it came to me out of nowhere all because I broke a nail.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

My beautiful Ibanez.

I’ve always used Boomer strings-no reason.  Strings are pretty much all the same as far as I’m concerned, but I bought these because of those Millennial Snowflakes who decided I’m a World Destroying Bernie Bot Hater – an ignorant  Boomer who stumbles around with the help of a walker and I take loads of medication so I won’t die 

It’s a derogatory  term when it comes out of their tender littler mouths.

So yeah.


Eff you snow flakes.


This is my dog and my guitar- toss in my writing and that is my world now.

I know- awesome, right?

The Most Exclusive Club EVER

FOWC with Fandango — Social

There is an app for everything now.

Trying to find your way to- geeze I don’t know, does anyone go anywhere anymore? Anyway if you do want to go somewhere an app will tell you how to reach your destination quickly it will tell you which route to take and it will remind you to breathe and blink.

Just kidding, there isn’t an app for that.


With an app you can even  find love, sex, heaven to Betsy you can even find  ghosts!

Want to avoid human contact when you are out in public? There’s an app for that- you can play games, look up FAQs about other apps- in a pinch you can hop on the  YELP app and give a bad review to a business you’ve never been too.

Its punkish thing to do, but you know until there’s an app to rid your personal space of other living creatures,   what other options do you have?

However if you are above cheap stunts and you want to actually learn something , you can explore  Space with an app. There’s a few of those that are pretty  impressive and the kicker is you never have to actually look up to the sky  when you use it.

Apps are magical things and at times they almost seem alive.

Apps care for us and obey us.  They’re like a loyal dog that you don’t have to feed or clean up after or  walk. They don’t shed or try to hump the neighbor’s leg.

Most of all with our apps we can each be a member of the most exclusive club in the world where it’s lone member is not only the brightest star in the heavens, but the only star- the most loved star showered with all the blessings and gifts the Gods have to offer.

Apps, hold us safe, sound,  and firmly in Non-existent hands.



Something New

Most of the time all I see on this street are Seattle Bike riders zipping down the sidewalk instead of the bike lanes that they refuse to use because- you know they just don’t want too and I see a lot of people on their phones  and commuters rushing to the buses and the train  and sometimes I see something neat like this:

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I thought it was a nice change, but of course it’s gone because it got in the way of

the righteous bike riders

and people who need a clear path to walk on because they’re on their phones and they’re distracted and why should they watch where they are going

and commuters who don’t want to be here any longer then they have to.

It was a change, like I said and a nice one.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The Shell

SFC PROMPT: Inside the Seashell

Photo by Pixabay on

I used to be afraid

of getting my face wet

I was afraid of Ladybugs and falling down the stairs and forgetting

how to get home

even though I didn’t want to be there.

I used to be afraid of

giving the wrong answers to questions like how do you do, what street is that on

can you give me the directions?

I used to be afraid of being alone and left to the rats and the dust and cobwebs full of dead and dying bugs.

And then one day someone said to me,

” You have a tough shell, you can face anything, take anything, beat anything back! You are so amazing!”

Sure I thought, bang it on my tombstone- not that it matters, I doubt you’d mourn my death. I won’t mourn yours.

Besides, shells are not tough.

They are shaped and carved by the world around them

and they are so very