• Bully, bully

    Guess if I bully a bully, that makes me a bully too. If he had used one of the 16 available gas pumps instead of calling the woman an ‘idiot’ and ‘brain-damaged’ because she didn’t pull forward, I wouldn’t have bullied the bully, calling him “a little man in a large body with a big…

  • My Cousin Elmo says, “The ‘@’ symbol reminds me of an asshole.”

  • My Cousin Elmo says, “Replacing the ‘w’ in what, where, and when with a ‘t,’ answers those questions.”

  • My Cousin Elmo says, “With eggs and toilet paper so expensive, kids today will never know the joy of egging or toilet papering a house.”

  • My Cousin Elmo says, “I have so little faith in people I look both ways when crossing a one-way street.”

  • Glass Bubble of the Universe

    Somewhere deep in the recessive bowels of the Pentagon, Washington DC, one hundred and fifty members of Congress, elite educational facilities, and the military gathered for a secret meeting. “So, what is so urgent that you called me away from my golf game?” an asshole senator asked. The question, though uncomfortable, was met with nods…

  • Faith Revived

    As I struggled with my anger and PTSD from being yelled at by a neighbor over a problem I had tried resolving, to no avail, and in the end, had no responsibility over it, I started shoveling the snow from my driveway. I hate scooping snow because of my twice-broken back. Then from across the…

  • Humans Never Fail to Disappoint

    As I turned into my neighborhood from Eagle Canyon, I nearly ran over a small female pitbull wearing a winter sweater. Because she was running toward the main road, I tried to coax her to come to me. Instead, she ran up Mercedes away from Eagle Canyon. I spent the next half hour trying to…

  • What Frightens a Monster

    After 205 years in the entertainment industry, Franklin Nevermore Stein retired, and now he slept late each morning. The evening before, he had a headache, so Franklin loosened the bolts on either side of his neck. He vaguely recalled his wife getting up and ready to shop at Walmart before he awoke face down in…

  • Speaking Fluent Insomnia

    Sometimes I lie awake at night, asking, “Is it worth it?” Then I hear a voice, “Who are you talking to?” Next, another voice asks, “Don’t you mean to ‘whom’ are you talking to?’” Suddenly, I think about computer screens, having bought two last year. I imagine their conversation when I’m not around. “It’s New…