The Greater Good

The guy was walking me through the different options and kept on repeating “our members”. Also, there was a poster on the wall behind him with the owner or CEO or something with the caption “every day I’m inspired by our members”. I pretty much just sat there giggling the whole time. The guy thought I was nuts. “Our staff… Read more →

Hotspot

It was such a good deal. Like, two fifty for a car for nine days? How can they even make any money that way? Uh? Hot-wire? Hot-wire. Hot-wire-hot-wire-hot-wire-hot-wire-hot-wire-hot-wire-hot-wire! There must be – uh – something – uh – to it? Read more →

Kinko’s

… Red! You’ve got to help me! I’ve got a horrible kink in my neck. Your neck is kinky? What should I do? Spank it a little? Ugh! Massage my neck, dummy! This is nearly as good. I’m tickling your funny bone. Read more →

Stock Photography

Ayo, that picture you took of Carly is, like, the best one of her I’ve ever seen. She makes faces, so when I went to pick her up I sent her a text and snapped her with the telephoto lens as she was walking from her apartment. Woah. Creeper shit. That’s nothing. You should see the ones I got of… Read more →

It’s No Secret

Some guy was handing out deodorant. Then, only a couple of blocks from there, I was given free gum. I couldn’t help but think that god was trying to tell me something. God doesn’t care about your nasty breath and body odor issues. He’s very accepting. Still, he probably appreciates a little effort. You know, “do unto others” and stuff.… Read more →

Dadaism

That party was awesome. Tim and Elisha are awesome. She’s always calling him “daddy” too! Pretty kinky stuff! How come you never call me “daddy”. She calls him “daddy” because they have a child together and that’s his role in the family. He’s “daddy” whenever Abigail is around. Cool. When we have a kid, can we do the role playing… Read more →

The Unexpected

Laura told her that she was glowing – but I couldn’t see it. Plus, even if she was glowing, it could be a heap of things. It’s not necessarily a baby. Right? Mmm-hmm. Radon. Radium. Uranium. An unusually high concentration of phosphorescent chemicals. Some sort of demonic possession. Yup! See? … I really hope it’s a boy. Read more →

Washington Post

Sandra should have slugged that guy. I might, like, go visit that punk tomorrow. I just need a couple things. Gasoline and a match. It will be like that flick “Man on Fire”. Except the other dude will be on fire too. I could see that. You look just like Denzel. If he let himself go. Read more →