He looked me in the eyes, and with the utmost seriousness a man could muster, he asked me, “What happens if writing dies?? What if technology has made us irrelevant?!” What then?!”
I couldn’t look a man like that in the eyes, so I looked up the ceiling, and asked him
“Have you ever taken a shit so gnarly in public that you had to turn your headphones down?”
He got a little heated.
“What is wrong with you??”
I looked back at him and smiled.
"Well, have you?"
CH 8/27/23
I close my eyes And she comes to see me My mermaid sage appears On my ceiling A swirling green mist follows her She waves at me to follow her I shake my head “No,” I say “I am comfortable here.” She s
She told me that she had been sober for 6 months before Thanksgiving with her family. Apparently she got blackout drunk. “Understandable,” I said. “My family is the reason I drink so much around the h
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
