On Sting (and other crap)
Things I Say to My Dad, Because (like myself) He Thinks, Irrationally, He's Going to Die Soon
Why Hipstamatic Was Invented
Happy Mother's Day, Y'all
Black Pear Tree (Guest Post from John Darnielle)
Thinking Of You
It's me. Honky. I'm just writing because I haven't heard from you in a long time – since before the accident – and I'm not even sure you're alive anymore. How's it hangin', bro?
Everything is OK here. Sally got her face split open by a 5-iron. Right through the mouth! She's better now, though. She misses you.
How's the baby?
Anyways... I was feeling a little low-blood-sugary this afternoon, and since I didn't have any candy on hand I ate a sugar packet. That made me think of you.
Hope you are well,
The World/Inferno Friendship Society