You know what’s really pissing me off these days?
Aging is pissing me off. Aging and Victoria’s Secret. And Carl’s Junior. A little bit the NFL, too. But mostly aging. And I have to tell you, I have been very cool about aging to this point. I’ve accepted it gracefully all along, without the least complaint. Or at least mostly without the least complaint. Continue reading Why Victoria’s Secret, Carl’s Junior and the NFL Suck and Force Me to Play Golf
So I was brushing my teeth the other day and happened to glance up into the mirror. I don’t usually look at myself very closely because A) I already know what I look like, and B) I don’t really care. Thinking that way, especially that last part, is a kind of attitude that is widely considered one of the great powers writers have. That and a penchant for drinking. Continue reading Mammoth Tusks and the Great Nose Hair Trimmer Terror