If the world is my oyster – I must be allergic to shellfish. I just might be the loneliest rich guy in the world or the richest lonely guy in the world. ... (Continue reading)
*This is a completely un-edited piece of stream of consciousness writing. It's a writing exercise that took about five minutes. It is what it is!*... (Continue reading)
“You gave me strength. You held my hand. You dried my womb. You gave me crabs.” Those were the final prophetic words left by the one that got away. The one with glorious treats. The one named Marjorie Menopause. We met at a... (Continue reading)
You have to name your hobos. There are a handful of vagabonds in my neighborhood with characteristics so distinct; they’ve practically named themselves. My hobos are as follows: The Lapper, Eskimo Joe and Hookhand. ... (Continue reading)
A short story about a man with a peculiar interest.... (Continue reading)
An original story about a young boy who became a man. And spaghetti.... (Continue reading)
Essays that aim to prove I'm human.... (Continue reading)
Essays that aim to prove I'm human.... (Continue reading)
Essays that aim to prove that I'm human.... (Continue reading)
Essays that aim to prove that I'm human.... (Continue reading)