The last evening Trump was elected, a guy got shot and died on my lawn.
If the shooter’s body was turned just a centimeter more left, Bullet B through that window would’ve slammed straight into my back instead of my house.
Flying Standby Through the CrowdStrike Outage
You read that right- 46 total hours in airports. Almost longer than the time we spent at our destination. That’s what my family of 5 dealt with two weekends ago as we arrived at DIA around 10 at night on Thursday July 18, just as the outages were beginning to affect flights.
“An Apostle of Tolerance”
Separation of church and state in the United States came to practice in 1633 by Roger Williams, a minister, who was exiled from Puritan Massachusetts and settled Providence, R.I., in partnership with the Massasoit and Narragansett Tribes.
Today’s Thinks: Regretting Every Post I’ve Ever Made On Facebook
None of them feel like “me”; they’re all just my ambassador.
Today’s Thinks: Two weeks after vacation
The Time I Dreamed About My Soul Mate and then Met Him
Deceptive Media Tactics That Piss Me Off, Part 1
A Youtube short depicting a boy getting drilled in the head by a fastball with the title: “Kid gets killed on field by baseball pitch!!!”
Diary of a Rollercoaster Tycoon Addict
The Power of a Gun
Skipping the pleasantries, I went straight to, “Do you guys need something?”
The large Native man squared up to me, huffed, and pulled out a glock, that was at the level of my chest after he bent his elbow upward to point it at me.
She Was Probably Safer In Church
But just a second after landing the throw, the whole unit detonates in a blast that shakes the block. The guts of her home expel across the very small lawn and street in front.
Closed Captioner life: Heartache, Paranoia, and a Deep Disdain for Media
Locker Room Culture And Band Dynamics Are Not So Different
South Park: The Panderverse review (/a long vent about ego and story arcs)
The Repercussions of Being An Emotional Cheater
In Mourning of My Past Vitality
Maybe I don’t feel grief, as much as I feel directionless? What’s the opposite of that? Directionful? That’s what I was when I wrote this song and the album it was eventually released on.
Since those days, the world scares me so deeply that I’m afraid to go out and do the things I love.
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