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I hate grammar so much I've decided to move to San Francisco where I am told grammar doesn't exist and all communication is a series of clicks and hums. See mom, I can run away from my problems.

I Feel Bad.*

I spit on a rat last night in the subway. I got some deflected spit from my poor aim on his furry little body, but he scared me with his shifty eyes. It won't happen again little guy. I know the burden I carry forevermore.

*thanks jonathan. you are my hero.

A Selection of Short Stories

I remember once when I was young watching my mom unload the dishwasher while I pretending I was a cat named Muffin.

I used to get all dressed up in my cowboy boots to sing songs and play my mom's ukulele. That was in the living room with the yellow shag carpet.

Pretending to be a mermaid in my grandparents pool.

The Peter Pan ride at Disneyland when I was two years old. It was awesome.

I once got a bloody nose from falling down the driveway because I was running too fast or perhaps not fast enough.