I ate a quesadilla and drank a beer. Before I knew it, the tortilla chip basket had me ensnared in its yellow plastic tentacles. I escaped. How, though, I do not know. This photo is the only proof I have of the incident. I have dedicated my life to f...

Elise said that it had to be a photo taken for this task. So here it is. Taken from my computer's camera.

I traveled back in time to a day I was driving a Prius in Los Angeles. It had been a long trip from Africa, where I was running from a tribe in Zimbabwe and escape to take asylum in the States. Now I'm safe in San Francisco, curse-free... oh, and cle...

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Hell sort of froze over: it was a clear day in San Francisco, even over the Richmond District. This is the tower from 42nd Avenue.

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Notes were taken at my staff meeting today. Some choice sections are as follows: Placement Fair(e)- get bulletin board shipshape do people have the balls to come to our neighborhood? What do you call a 2-kneed fish? Tunee Fish -Rosita's on 106th -...

Although broken, Cathy didn't even feel general hatred. I just knowingly lowered my notes, opting past quick rationals. She told ugly variations: windbag xenophobes, yapping zealots.