Day 059: Cup of Noodles
Outside of the factory, it was quiet. This must be what Racho Cucamonga sounds like. Muffled and serene. Or maybe it was just the box it was in. Regardless, things got scary real… Continue reading
Outside of the factory, it was quiet. This must be what Racho Cucamonga sounds like. Muffled and serene. Or maybe it was just the box it was in. Regardless, things got scary real… Continue reading
When you’re doing a habitual commitment like this one, routine is key. Most mornings, I wake up, roll over, snug Rachel and then complain out loud that I don’t know what to write… Continue reading
A wise man named Big Shaq once said, “You know man’s international now, check the statistics”. Forget about the whole international part, we already knew that, bruv. But check the statistics. Go ahead,… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Hi, I’m Troy McLure. You may remember me as Sergeant Fatso Judson in “From Here To Eternity”. It’s Friday, November 13th [eep], the year before next. The weather in Brooklyn is… Continue reading
I’m a man of many stupid ambitions. I’ve always wanted to ride in a blimp. I’m still waiting for a day to come when I get a Gatorade shower. I want to invent… Continue reading
It’s another normal day on Tulip Town. Isabelle’s morning announcements consisted of her prattling on about her TV Habits. A sure sign that there’s nothing special about today. Still in her pajamas, Rach… Continue reading
I realize that I’m writing this to a very limited audience. But every now and then, I quickly run out of time in the morning. When this happens, I need to write something… Continue reading
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
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
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