Welcome to America, where the price of milk processed from a cow is higher than gas, people actually care about the milk to gas price ratio, and we have people who wield the infinite wisdom of the internet in the palm of their hand, yet they still don't know how to properly dress, bathe, or... Continue Reading →
“Today, I saw a man with no neck and a woman with no ankles; I think the gap makes itself sometimes.” -Me talking to myself last week Avoiding public places altogether isn’t achievable if you want to stay healthy, at least as far as food is concerned. Of course, there are services now that... Continue Reading →
A Pickled Smile If you were in a small part of Tennessee, in a particular supermarket, at a particular time last Saturday evening, you may have had the opportunity to watch a young man smile a rather goofy smile at a jar of pickles. I was that young man. The preface to such an oddity... Continue Reading →
It's been one hell of a week. College stuff, work's the same, scheduling is a pain, a new client was found, and all while keeping a (somewhat) steady writing schedule. Confessions really is, at the end of the day, my only time to breathe. It's like meditating, and I'm happy to be doing it. Sometimes... Continue Reading →
For someone who writes often, you wouldn't think it'd be difficult to think of something new to write about. The only challenge with Confessions of a People Watcher is that, with the exception of finding stories within theses events, I would like it to be based somewhat in reality. I'm a fiction writer by nature, and... Continue Reading →
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