I read the “Missed Connections” section of the local weekly. That’s where hipsters express their undying lust through cryptic messages featuring bar names, band names and clothing labels. Often I imagine one of the less detailed and more passionate entries is about me. “Beautiful Girl Downtown: I see you every day and hope that someday... Continue Reading →



Zombies are in the basement again. So are the shotgun shells, so that's sort of a problem, but Tony thinks he left a few in the hall closet. If worst comes to worst we can always pull out the old machete, but that makes such a mess. I have clean laundry down there and the... Continue Reading →

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