There’s so much shit going on that if a civil war were to occur, most of us wouldn’t even know what side we’re fighting for or against. America, like a cranky toddler, needs a goddamn nap.

Good food is like bad relationships: it all eventually turns to shit.

Comparing tragedies and grievances often expose your passive racism. Be careful. More importantly, please be aware.

We can get to know one another before deciding the desire to have sex is greater than the desire to avoid death.

A simple and cheap protection from such annoyance is to get a piece of sponge large enough to cover the nostrils and mouth, hollow it out on one side with a pair of scissors to fit the face, attach a string to each side, and tie it on.

In your daily walk, you will encounter, and perhaps, befriend a lot of people. Some of those people require nothing from you and you require nothing from them and, if given time, a bridge of simple mutual enjoyment is built. Others will need things from you and you will find that you need things from them and both fulfill those needs through transaction of time and talent and another bridge of a different sort is built. 

Then there are the one-way bridges.

I don’t begrudge his disappointment. It is, in fact, reasonable.

To both their credit they have only ever loved their daughters. And I am hard to love.

The door slammed. A photograph of the woman smiling surrounded by sons forcing theirs, fell to the floor. Glass shattered.

“He’ll be fine.”

“I’m not the guy.”

“He doesn’t know that.”

“He should.”