There is a time in all our lives When dogs and turtles, wombats drive To a place where candles make Shadows dance till spirits wake And that is when the Troy arrives. He watches, silent, tempting, truck. The last one standing, shut the fudge Up, he’s thinking, the nice is night, The beer is Coors—always [...]
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Viewer Mail #31: Sicko
Someone named Caït from Avignon, France writes: All of my friends are 20. You wanna buy them drinks, too, you sicko? Actually, Courtney is 21. Maybe she’ll buy you one. Hi, Caït. That is an excellent question. Before continuing, I would like to invite any of my readers who are law enforcement officials of any [...]
I think everything will be OK
I did something crazy last night. Something I’ve never done before. I bought a girl a drink. My friend Ryan and I ended up at the Starline. It’s the closest thing Fresno has to a big city little music venue. It’s all ages (over 21 gets a wristband for alcohol), and showcases mainly local bands [...]
A letter, goodbye
Dear San Francisco, Yesterday I had one of those epiphanic moments, like in movies, when the protagonist’s life floats past his eyes and he realizes he’s been in love with his best friend all along. Everything he’s ever wanted has been right in front of him the whole time. You know, Hollywood bullshit like that. [...]