There was a girl in the 8th grade named Tamara Leader who attempted to ruin my life. We were dating. She had more experience than I. She had already given out hand jobs to cute boys and I was begging to be touched anywhere below Continue reading Everybody Dance Now
Last night I must have woken up every two hours. I have a baby monitor in my left ear. I wake up to hear him. He stops. I look around, my girlfriend still sleeping.
I wake up again. He is crying. My girlfriend is not in the bed. He stops.
I wake up again. he is sleeping between us. He opens his eyes.
I wake up again, he’s not crying and i don’t see him in the bed only my girlfriend. I get up, walk to his room, he’s sleeping in the crib.
I wake up again, no crying, no baby, no girlfriend, and somehow I’m on the couch.
This happens every night. I’m like a soldier in Viet Nam expecting Charlie to leap out of hiding.
The citizens of this small Serbian village recently put up a 10ft. bronze statue of Rocky Balboa (in his famous glove raised pose), because, and I quote…
For five years, only negative reports on farm diseases, monstrous murders, floods and landslides have been coming from our village.
Time Magazine September 3 2007 Issue
If there are farm diseases, unspeakable murders, flashflood’s ruining: plantations, livestock, building stuctures; contaminated water, flies—causing an outbreak of malaria, and basically everyone hates their life and each other, I don’t believe a 10ft. Rocky Balboa Staute Continue reading Zitiste
My ipod is a piece of shit. It’s my second one, it’s a mini, and if i spend all day charging it I can get about 48 minutes use, before it gives me the low battery sign and promptly turns off. Fucking Apple. The best thing they ever did was make the program “Lemonade Stand,” which i hold the highest record of in 1984 at Hillel hebrew Day School in Miami. I started out with $30.00 and wound up with $867.00, making a net profit of $659 dollars! Charging 38 cents a cup! This is lemonade, people!
So after a year of hard work, intelligence, and pure man power, all that separates New Orleans from another devastating natural disaster is a little brick wall. I can’t build anything. I have trouble with Ikea furniture. I’ve only recently started cooking and i am incapable of fixing cars. What i mean to say is, I can’t build a giant dome or a taller wall or think of a better way to help the people of this city. But I do have an ugly confession Continue reading when the levee breaks