The french fries at Chicago’s Dog House.
Enjoy having mildly interesting conversations about absolutely nothing.
“What if he had a gun?” “What if he shot you?”
Who shoots a fourth grader multiple times in the chest?
We are genuine folk who have a really good sense of humor. Diamond in a rough. Believe me, we are even funnier in Tagalog.
How do you cure a 600 year-old ideological disease?
The office will be there tomorrow and the day after that, but here? Who will make the eggs if you’re not here?
The military member retrieved his gun and took cover near the vehicle’s front fender, firing two shots.
Now I get winded less often and feel more prepared to literally run away from commitment.
The streets of neighborhoods that held you like arms in the quiet dark have found you again, and they are relentless.