Sometimes I find myself stricken with what I’ve written. It’s an admission. And now I’ve put myself in a position of wishin’ I could be...

Write a bunch of pretentious shit, usin’ big werds, cuz it makes it sound like you can talk smart. That’s what I did before the first...

How many parents ask their wee ‘uns what they want to be when they grow up and are devastated to learn their child wants to become a...