How some foul cottage cheese from a motel salad bar and a subsequent sickly drive through a magical storm in the Land of Enchantment reminded me to have a sense of humor.
Hotel maintenance work leads to lots of weird stuff, but nothing as weird as the time I received unwanted sexual advances from a compliance officer of the ADA.
The next day the shadow of my shitty pants hung over me like a shadow of shitty pants that I shat.
Hank Williams, chocolate covered cherries, clowns playing mandolins, and a lifelong discomfort with taking things literally.
An encounter with the down and out leaves me feeling helpless and depressed.
As it turns out, allergies can be super duper convenient.
Scraps of memories from my first few years.