This duality cop thing was never a problem for him. He had plenty of “iffy” opportunities, but he did not succumb to temptation.
If you check, the night of the 10th was not a full moon, so what took place that evening can only be considered either an accident of chemistry or divine magic.
And there, I decided, I would get on with my life in the most logical way possible: by auditioning for The Bachelor.
When I was a child, my family life was fairly unstable.
Her knack for finding the “wrong” in any situation was unlike anything her friends had seen…
The other night my friend, Dave, hit me with a text: “Let’s hit the town!” His suggestion hit home, because I’d been hitting the books most of the afternoon, and a couple of drinks would hit the spot right about…
I’d started coming late to class on purpose, so she could see me walk in unapologetically.
Norm, as usual, tugging at my heartstrings.
DNA doesn’t care who lives and who dies.
What makes a good story? How do you keep yourself from boring the absolute hell out of everyone around you, or being (rightfully) ignored?