If it weren’t for my nihilism and self loathing, I’d never get anything done. Alcohol also helps. And whiskey, which is a kind of alcohol. Somewhere in that knowledge is a life lesson. Stay in school. No, that’s not it.
If it weren’t for my nihilism and self loathing, I’d never get anything done. Alcohol also helps. And whiskey, which is a kind of alcohol. Somewhere in that knowledge is a life lesson. Stay in school. No, that’s not it.
They live on the second floor. Not Luka, and I have not seen them before. They moved in during the quarantine, and from what I can surmise from the noise they make, they are 800 pound aliens from outer space, with eight legs, and hammers for fingers. They kill people, cut them up after midnight, …
When I first heard of a place in California named Santa Cruz, I really thought people were talking about a Christmas event on a boat on the ocean, or possibly on a river, a lake, or an estuary. It turns out that it isn’t a littoral Santa Cruise, a cruise where you sit on Santa’s …
Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike human children? Because I do; dislike them, that is. I would not recommend having kids, either, since they are really just a trick of biology. To be fair, it isn’t really the kids I don’t like, but their parents. As Henry Kissinger once said, “There is no …
In rural areas, the source of the perpetual chirping noise is crickets. As annoying as that sound is, the New York City equivalent is the constant din of car horns. The drivers, here, honk at everything, and I’m not talking about happy eighth-note, “Hey! How you doing?” kind of honks, either. No, these are angry-whole …
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