It seems that everyone harbors secret fantasies of being a writer.
“You can’t make me” might be one of the most childish things you can say. It’s also the theme of this year’s presidential campaign.
Maybe I was a little harsh on my social media friends when I suggested that they’re boring me.
All this talk about unhappy people growling like bears got me thinking about bear songs.
Work is such a huge part of our lives. A huge, miserable part.
Okay, so maybe the fact that I threw popcorn all over a theater didn’t endear me to the glitterati, but come on: I wasn’t going to get invited to more movie premieres […]
I’d be lying if I told you I’ve never lied. We all have, from little white lies on up to whoppers about everything from weapons of mass destruction to whether that dress […]
The graphic design firm where Michael worked was located on downtown Los Angeles’s Traction Avenue. I’d never ventured downtown, much less on a Friday night. On the way I passed the Atomic […]
Let’s say that you find yourself pinned against a darkened alley wall, a revolver pressed to your temple and a mad man screaming, “Connect Pete Townshend to Motorhead to Kenny G. now!” […]
It’s time to leave South Carolina: past time, probably. For the last two years you’ve been reading true tales of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros. You are a patient lot. I can’t […]