“But why is the rum gone?”
This is a story about how your dumbass grandmother got sick from alcohol for the first time ever.
I Fought the Law and the Law Won
This is a story of overwhelming stupidity and some shape or form of destruction of property by association.
Long Live The Car Crash Hearts
So here is the story of the first time I went to a major concert where you had to buy presale tickets and stuff like that.
RE: “March On”
I don’t like how it’s going. I’m deleting all of the posts and replacing it with a different version I just wrote. I’ll separate it into sections, but the content is going to change.
I was writing it for you all, not for my grandchildren, and certainly not for D***.
This time, it’ll be different.
Thank you,
And now, a charming story from my childhood.
via traumanarrative:
I thought of my brother breaking his bones, or suffocating, or burning to death in the dryer, and I cried harder. I’ve killed my brother, I thought. What have I done?
Eric Lee on Laughter
I was only about eight or nine when my grandfather died and I remember his funeral service very well.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
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Nathan Philip used his small amount of musical talent to put an old journal entry to music.
Dreams as tall as skylines
» Part 2
I loved my band mates, though. Still do. They were brothers to me. We went through some drama that summer over girls and dumb shit, we got over it, you know how that goes. But all in all I just became close with them.
