Mister Understood

Last night, I went to work at a coffee shop that crawls with fedora hipsters and, last night on the patio, cockroaches too (unrelated). I took one of the two tables outside–both empty–and within five minutes was joined by a pair on a date at the other outdoor table. I was downwind from them and [...]

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He had wanted to pursue a future as a priest, but Father Knievel just didn’t have the same ring to it.

I don’t mean to speak  insultingly of the diary blog, but rather understand that my existence is quite less literarily engaging than most. As an attempt to emulate my favorite author of this form, Noah, of boating fame (not arc), I will enter into the annals of banal digital this chunk of forced prose. Hopefully [...]