My First Fight
Second grade. His name was Marvin. He was in first grade but he was my age. He either failed or was held back or started late. And no, I don't remember who won. Actually, Marvin wasn't my first fight. I've got studio-made…
Alone In A Movie Theater
You know what’s great about a weekday matinee movie? Not only is it cheaper but every once in a while, you can get the whole place to yourself. It’s not much different from being at home. Except for the gum stuck to the chair. And the overpriced food. …
America The Slob
It disgusts me. The litter I see on the side of the road. Potato chip bags, aluminum cans, candy wrappers. You name it, Americans throw it out their car windows instead of simply dropping it into a trash can. Not only is it infuriating to me,…