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Lucas J. Draeger

Banish me to a dark corner, chain me to a keyboard, and I will gladly be a word slave. I'd sit there all day, with only an occasional demand for a coffee break.
I'm a would-be (wanna be) author, middle aged, fairly repressed, but extremely BLESSED with an amazing wife and two brilliant boys.
For several years, I've been haunted by images of the starving, drug addicted, victimized teens of the streets. I write about them a lot.

Please Help Me

I did some work years ago at an elderly home; Shady Acres, the guys and I used to call it, even though it wasn’t really named that. We were updating the electrical in parts of the building. There were worse places to work. Some of the old folks […]

The Trust Itch

The forever cliché,You can’t trust (fill in the blank), is cliché for a reason. Because for many, it’s true. And what happens when the blank is filled with so many persons and entities that the untrustworthiness of the world overwhelms a person? It happened to Henry, beginning with […]

Finding Not Normal

She says, follow me through the magic portal; there’s a party on the other side. I’ve never cared for magic. Not the biggest fan of parties either. Both those things remind me too much of cruise ships, which I dislike because they float on the ocean, and when […]

Your Ideal World

Alan Watts often said in his lectures, “Imagine your ideal world, and if you really think about it, you’ll find your ideal world is the one in which you currently live.” I have done this, imagined my ideal world, really thought about it, and I’ve concluded Alan Watts […]

You Can Hear Me, Minnie

The first evidence of our pug’s hearing loss was her sudden disinterest in barking at the garbage man. We mistook it for age related apathy at the time, the same sort that overtakes older humans, should we live long enough. Then she stopped noticing when people walked into […]

Peace in Forgetting

The world is different than the one I grew up in. Used to be, when I rang your doorbell, I had a product in hand: some gizmo or another meant to solve one of life’s nagging problems. Something to remove the metallic taste from your tap water, or […]

Third Heaven

I’m starting to wonder if it’ll be burnout that kills us. Not nuclear war, not climate change, not the androgenizing of frogs; just old fashioned fatigue. The whole human race collapsing on itself like an old brittle building, a tired packhorse burdened with one load too many. It’s […]