The daily temperatures are finally rising. The sun is shining warm more often than not.
For those of you who still don’t understand why people from all over the world are willing to pay me to follow the News, study American culture, and write about it, I don’t have any more time to explain it to you.
To all the health-conscious, yoga-practicing, vegan-cuisine-eating, upper-middle class white people who move to Jersey City, NJ, for cheap rent and a more “down-to-earth life.”
“This is one of the many reasons,” I tell my former students students, whenever they visit, “why I’m convinced we’re doomed as a species.”
That small gesture alone has gotten me called an asshole by many an aggressive facial expression.
Enjoy the fresh perspective, if you can stomach it, and don’t forget to write.
The worst thing about major depressive disorder.
I’m just curious. You know me.
“But you must include, in your objection letter, a very good reason why you need that $1,000,” the clerk said, when I called the county courthouse yesterday afternoon.
I’ve been weaving this narrative about my vampire debt collectors since late last week, since a bottom-feeding law firm stole money from my family bank account.
If Benjamin Franklin ever heard some of the weak-minded shit that spews from my fellow Americans, he would puke in his own palm.
I assume he is the head vampire over at Lyons, Doughty & Veldhuis.