Everyone could use a hand sometimes. Even a cutpurse down on his luck.
And his adventure solving the world’s problems with viral tweets.
Last weekend sucked for Dexter. This weekend doesn’t look any better.
Look, I’ve got groceries to pick up in the morning and rent is due. I’m going to pretend I can’t hear the hero fight over my cheap headphones and that’s that.
There’s just something about the ocean…
We don’t know what they are. We don’t know what they want. It’s kind of annoying when they show up during Prime Time.
And although I don’t remember why, or where I came from, or what waits me there, and I don’t think I want to, I must go.
I don’t know what it is about this time of year that makes me feel like Thoreau.
The DJ cut Rhianna off mid-sentence and announced that it was time for the first dance. Everybody in the large hall settled, twisting in their seats to see the dance floor or getting up to surround it, phones in hand and set to record. The bride, surrounded by the tufts of champagne lace he rememberedContinue reading “Gallows of Love”
Children, especially very young children, don’t know anything. More, they don’t know what they don’t know. Their brains are black holes, taking in everything, spaghettifying the concepts, and coming away with the wrong idea. They must be taught everything, especially the things adults take for granted. How physics works. How people work. Don’t touch that.Continue reading “An Attic in the Middle of the Night”