Monthly Archives: April 2017

Jack Gilford is dead despite the fact that he seems to be dining right next to me. Perhaps it is his son? Perhaps I’ve gone on too many forums lately and think myself informed but in reality, I simply don’t … Continue reading →

It stands to reason that if time travel will ever be invented then time travel will simply always have been around throughout all of history. So if time travel is ever to exist it exists right now. Which means we … Continue reading →

The established statue wants to get rid of Fearless Girl because she upends the narrative and makes him look look bellicose beligerent a force of danger. So the fixture wants to get rid of the disruptor and return to the … Continue reading →

I wonder if you’re any different than you were before the change because I really like who you are now and now I’m very curious if the you today is an improvement over the you of yesterday. You’re probably in … Continue reading →

Don’t worry too much about the infant’s screams even if they echo off the high ceilings of the church. The Priest may look at you funny (which is strange, since, really, after all, it’s the child he’s got a problem … Continue reading →

At the first funeral I’ve attended since my father’s I took some mental notes as to how to host such an event. More jokes Less ice cream Express more grief in the presence of well-heeled young ladies seeking to offer … Continue reading →

The food-line is simply interminable. So many oldsters plodding along, with their canes and walkers and prescribed short-sightedness, perusing each buffet option with reckless gravity – this may take a lifetime. You’d think they’d have all lost their appetites or … Continue reading →

The multiplex isn’t the multiplex no more. There’s a sign on that abandoned lot that the land’s for sale. Weeds sprout all around it. Things have changed hereabouts. Do you remember when our parents would drive us down there for … Continue reading →

Everything I am trying to do would have been so much easier had I been more honest up front. I wouldn’t have to make excuses to keep running into you if I had asked us to run together that first … Continue reading →

I’m not fine. I’m livid. I burn with the hate of a hundred unemployed bigots. I am ready to tear shit up but there’s no good in showing that. I keep a calm face for if everyone sees my inner … Continue reading →