Archive for August, 2014

He didn’t wake himself up this time — it’s early and he’s actually asleep, not just dozing. Which is better, really. “I’m going to shut this place down, then I’m going to have a charcoal sandwich.” Secret agent? (Charcoal is an antidote for… something, right?) Bouncer? Rock star? Mobster? Cop? The possibilities are endless — […]

Can anyone tell me why, apparently, the only shoe styles available to retail buyers are “frump” or “slut”? Or are the buyers purposely stocking shelves with shoes that fit only these categories in a massive multi-player game of Cahootery designed to make me look like an idiot?