The bank
There is no one in the bank but the tellers, the manager, and the disembodied voice of the drive-through customer in the first lane. The customer has neither a dog nor a child, so...
Monthly Archive: September 2009
Finished fiction
I don’t like to leave things unfinished. It’s rare of me to start any project and not work tirelessly on it until it’s finished or dead. Earlier this year, I thought it would be...
On failure
Richard Summers could claim scarred black lab tables and an exceedingly bad combover. This was the Summers Experience, and it was not a good one. It was easy to sit in the back of...
Reset
People ask me what I do. They don’t get it. Who is this guy who shaves when he wants, complains of working at 4am, and finds time for a walk in the park at...
Why I’m angry at Mark Sanford
Like the stages of grief associated with the death of a loved one, I’ve gone through several levels of discombobulation with South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford. I skipped Disbelief, moved onto Seriously?, and swam...
How long?
Monday night is poker night around these parts and for the past few years I have convened with the same group of guys to play cards on an weekly basis. The host of the...
One night in South Carolina
It was hot in Columbia, but that was nothing new. Columbia, South Carolina was the very first piece of evidence global warming existed. Like a married man caught with a VHS copy of Hung...
Facing the bad man
“And you, sir…” The judge looked across Courtoom 2 and at the graying, tired guy in blue jeans and faded polo shirt. Five years ago, this courtroom–the whole of the courthouse, really–was his home....
Press release
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE REEDY RIVER CARDS FIND NEW COACH, NEW NAME (Greenville, SC) With fewer than 24 hours remaining before the 2009 draft, the Reedy River Cards owner and General Manager Brad Willis has...
Dr. Funny
Listen, this post really isn’t for those with weak stomachs. I don’t even really want to write it, but after Snip, Vasectomy in pictures, and V Day, I figured I should close it out....
I was driving down the road one day…
“I know what this song is about!” my son announced proudly from the backseat. We were in a bit of a hurry, so I didn’t steal a look at the XM display. I’d never...