Some girl, who apparently has a big head (her words), writes (edited for capitalization, punctuation, and linking purposes; no offense): I’ve had a LinkedIn account for like 7 months, and I don’t know how to use it or what it’s for… maybe you should write a blog about that like you did for Twitter, eh? [...]
This is Conlan
sense/nonsense
Memoir
The Complete History of the Con, Part 4: Too Soon
With each chugga-chugga of the train, all the pain of the past drifted further into the distance. The soothing, honking chords of The Other Guy’s harmonica echoed the train whistle, as city gave way to desert. The sun was soon nipping at our tail. “Do you ever think,” The Other Guy asked, “about things?” “Not [...]
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. [...]
The Complete History of the Con, Part 3
Last time (look it up), with my dreams of clown college and clowning dashed, I found myself emerging from a haze of debauchery. My face hurt. You see, that first banana split in Denison was laced with banana roofies: a secret Jamaican extract that renders the victim extremely impressionable and unable to remember anything that [...]