Day 052: Bev of the Week – Faygo Arctic Sun

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The front room always reeked of onions. That never made much sense to me, for many reasons. For starters, onions usually don’t have much of a scent until they’re cut. When they’re whole,… Continue reading

Day 051: How Did I Get So Married?

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I wasn’t the first one in my friend group to get married. I know this, you know this, the American People know this. In fact, I was pretty late to the party. I… Continue reading

Day 050: Willy Gets Some Fresh Air

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It was almost daylight when The Fat Man went to sleep. He’s been going to bed much later these days. Or the sun has been rising earlier. Or both. He’s been really stressed… Continue reading

Day 049 – I’d Rather Fly Over Pennsylvania [Friday Thought W/ TeeCoZee]

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Good Moleman. Don’t blame me, I voted for a demmycrat. It’s Friday, November 6, Insert Year Here. The weather in Brooklyn is 66° & Pantone 16-3922 and somewhere, somebody is hearing a song… Continue reading

Day 048: Top 5 Top 5 Lists For No Particular Reason

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Our collective brains are still numb. Or at least I hope they are and it’s not just me. Regardless, a lazy brain creates lazy content. For the sake of existing, here’s the Top… Continue reading

Day 047: Bev of the Week – Austin Eastciders Blood Orange Cider

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I didn’t follow my own advice. I knew that I wouldn’t. You might think that I was writing yesterday for you, but I was actually doing it for myself. And it didn’t work.… Continue reading

Day 046: You Don’t Need To Doomscroll. You Need Joe Pera.

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You casted your vote. Good job. Pat yourself on the back. Now scratch it a little. You need those small comforts. Now what? You can feel a pressure in your chest. The walls… Continue reading

Day 045: 5 Random Memories About My Mom

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Life doesn’t have an over-arching story, despite my childhood desire to have one. It’s merely a collection of random memories that fire off in your head as you try to develop a timeline… Continue reading

Day 044: Time Travelling Wrestling Sign of the Week

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Having fans bring signs into events is a wrestling tradition as old as no-selling finishers and wrestler’s daughters being wooed by the enemy. Sometimes, they are obviously correct, like “Foley Is God” and… Continue reading

Day 043: He Was The Man Now, Dogg

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If you were to ask me what my favorite James Bond film is, I’d immediately say, “From Russia With Love”. I’d come up with some half-witted reasons, like how it has everything you… Continue reading