The Birds, Part Deux
Dad here: welcome to my world. Charlie and I are currently hiding out in the Cave Canem in a desperate attempt at maintaining some sanity. You see, the Casa has…
The Honda CB500X
Let's go back to the beginning for just a bit, shall we? We can do the Cliff notes if you prefer: a recent motorcycle incident had left me severely injured…
The Pitts of Hell
Like many, I had been conditioned to fear what I didn't understand. The media lives and dies by its ability to find a scapegoat to keep us in fear, and…
Father’s Day
Since Dad was in the Zuckerberg gulag yesterday, he couldn't couldn't post the following “A father acts on behalf of his children by working, providing, intervening, struggling, and suffering for…
Happy Father’s Day
Since Dad was in the Zuckerberg gulag yesterday, he couldn't couldn't post the following “A father acts on behalf of his children by working, providing, intervening, struggling, and suffering for…
Stubb loses his clackers
I'm waiting... In this cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting, on my clackers And I haven't got much time At 8 o'clock they'll take take me to…
Memories
Dad here; Sunday morning at the Casa. Mom bought new sheets for the kingsize yesterday, and as always, the inmates assumed the purchase was for their exclusive benefit. I'll be…
