“Ehud, why don’t you close up here and buy me a calzone?” asked Peter.
“Ok Peter,” said Ehud peering into his CRT, “let me just write back this quick reply to Bobby.”
“You still writing to that kid? How do you find the time?”
Ehud let out a sigh and then went on typing. “It’s hard. I mean, it’s not like I’m being paid for this.” (more…)
How little Bobby dealt with the fact that no one liked to hang out with him, was, he would write short letters, time to time, to the Wisconsin Paranormal Society. On occasion, he would get a letter in response, and reading these alone in his bedroom would fill that empty space. (more…)
I used to live on the bottom level of my father’s house. Â The house was your typical American house, and I was your typical teenager. Â I moved to the bottom level to be as far away as possible from family. Â I even chose a room with a small corridor keeping eye view away from the bed. Â This way when my father or someone else opened my door, they wouldn’t actually see me. Â I loved this! (more…)
Have you ever heard of itunes? Silly question right. Everyday, I find it important to promote my website and podcast. I talk to people and ask, hey have you subscribed to my podcast on iTunes yet?
This brings me to today’s conversation. I thought it was interesting enough to share with everyone. (more…)
Four years ago I ruined a mans life. I didn’t know I did this, it just kind of happened.
There I was, at my favorite diner with MCizzle. He says to me, “Dude, you ruined Besse’s Life, man!†“Who the FUCK is ‘Besse’?†I said. 3
“Dude, … you don’t know who Besse is? YOu fucking RuINED HIS LIFE!” He pauses for a moment, and says to me.4
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For years all I would ever do, is go to the diner. The diner was the best place at night, a place you can go and just get away, relax. One particular evening, me and my boy MCizzle, decided to go to our favorite diner. The diner was our favorite because we knew all the people that worked there. We would get free food and soda, almost every night we went.
You already know the story we go to diners when we fail at picking up girls earlier that evening. (more…)
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A few years back, in the good year of ’04, I would periodically go to Denny’s with a few friends. We would hang out, and have a quick bite to eat. We just graduated High School, so it’s not like we can see each other in the next following day of class.
If you’re a friend of mine, then you would have to have a great sense of humor, and be quick when it comes to jokes. This is what me and my friends do: We make jokes. Like I said earlier, we can’t meet together in High School anymore because we just graduated. So now we have to rely on meeting up on our own. Because of this our hilarious encounters with each other won’t necessarily happen as often. (more…)
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A few years back, in the good year of ’04, I would periodically go to Denny’s with a few friends. We would hang out, and have a quick bite to eat. We just graduated High School, so it’s not like we can see each other in the next following day of class.
If you’re a friend of mine, then you would have to have a great sense of humor, and be quick when it comes to jokes. This is what me and my friends do: We make jokes. Like I said earlier, we can’t meet together in High School anymore because we just graduated. So now we have to rely on meeting up on our own. Because of this our hilarious encounters with each other won’t necessarily happen as often. (more…)
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This man was as strong as Heman
I was 19, and doing what I always did. I went out to Main Street with T-bone. T-bone brought a few of his friends that night to. The goal, SCORE! That was always the Main Street goal. First a few of us put some high quality pop-off into a few 20 oz bottles of Mountain dew and started walking.
The taste of Mountain Dew was quite minimal, due to T-bone wanting to get so plastered he couldn’t walk. Well of course, we ended up in our favorite hot spot at the end of the night, ‘The Diner.’ and of course none of us scored! Feeling down, we ordered some Grubb-age and hoped for a miracle. (more…)
How the story ends
I arrive back home at around 4:30am, and I can’t just waltz through the front door. Surely, my father will hear the door open. Luckily, there is a window to a room downstairs to a vacant room. I open it and now I’m downstairs. By where the computer used to be, there are couches, which I lay on and pretend to be “asleep”. (more…)
And after he breaks it, you have to fix it and pretend it was never broken!
When you get off of work, don’t you just want to go to your house and turn on the computer and suft the internet with the TV on? That’s what I wanted to do one particular evening, during the summer of ’04, but I didn’t have that privlidge. I turned on the computer, and I brought up AOL to find that it won’t connect to the Internet. (more…)
