Oh, yeah, this happened too:




A few short stories to help you pass the time.
And to help me pay the rent.

Thanks to Brittan for being an awesome cover-girl

Pretty sure my subscription is up in a few short weeks.
Probably not going to renew

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Currently causing a lot of problems. Loads of fun.

My boss ordered me to take a vacation, I guess my grey hairs are showing.

So I'm headed to New England. See some friends, family in NYC and Boston. I'm still planning, where else should I go? Maine? Syrup?

Bliss ends with "I just can't do this."

This is the only guy still speaking my language:

The world needs a lot less of Jimmy Buffet.

Just sayin.

I might have to start breaking legs.

For as much as people ask me to write columns and articles for them, they are pretty famous for not paying me anything.

I would "do it for the love of it," but love don't pay the rent.

It's a really weird interest when a project you have been working on gains international interest.

That's like, big.

I go for a walk, to clear my head, because that's what writers are supposed to do. At the exact halfway point, the skies open up and I become drenched and I realize that I am not really a writer, for I have not written.