October 2010
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Flavors
Roll to the left, look at the clock.
The 11:55pm, “Confusion.” Wha? This isn’t, I can’t, my legs. Ferguson? why? Is it? I who? Now? Fuck. What? Oh. Oh, OK. Heh.
The 12:50am, “Anger.” No. No fucking way. Fuck your fucking brain, you fuck. Not tonight, not now, too goddamned early. You’re going back to sleep if it is the very last thing you ever do, you...
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ROY HALLADAY JUST THREW A NO-HITTER IN HIS 1ST...
hammerito:
Just 1 walk. AMAZING.
The only problem I have with the Phillies is that they can’t humiliate both the Twins and the Yankees on their way to their inevitable parade.
I guess I’ll just have to settle for the Twins humiliating themselves, like they do.
But regardless, go Phils. This is an easy team to like.
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The neighbors always call
I stopped briefly at the village office today to get a permit for some upcoming roof repairs. That’s a big difference from city to suburban life right there—this sort of thing doesn’t even hit the radar of Chicago’s Department of Buildings. But I’m a good kid, I play by the rules, and so I went in to get the permit. It’s $100, not much relative to the (somewhat...
I Was Bullied
For two years. For the dual crimes of being small and daring to do well at a school where stoners and dumbass jocks ruled.
Do you remember “Dazed and Confused?” That should set the scene a bit for you. It’s the late 70s in the suburbs. Picture the clothes, hear the music. The older kids, high schoolers, were all hanging out at the forest preserve, smoking dope and playing...
IS IT SUNTORY TIME YET?
But most days, if you’re aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can...
– David Foster Wallace, speaking at the 2005 Kenyon College commencement.