I am among the few who on September 11, 2001 was both physically within a mile of the World Trade AND managed to sleep through the attacks.
I admit to feeling a bit ashamed about my lethargy, but I have an excuse, albeit a lame one. I was on California time. Continue reading “I Slept Through 9/11”
My brother Jonas invited his punk friend Christian over to our house today. The two of them are sitting up towards the front of the school bus, close to the driver talking about whatever it is that dorks like them, talk about. I figure it’s one of two subjects, Star Wars or RUSH. Who knows, maybe they’ve figured out a way to talk about both things at once, the fucking homos. Continue reading “Fucking Ewoks”
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