There are stories we tell to one-up each other, and then there is this blog. Read wondrous tales of strange creatures, explore the depths of human indecency, and hopefully laugh a little as we find out what could possibly make people do what they do.
My second favorite TV show is The West Wing. I can usually watch episodes on Netflix or clips on YouTube on an endless loop to break through the wall of writer's block.
Michigan fakes are becoming easier to spot. Apparently, Teslin became easy to print on or something, because they're everywhere. And most often the font is mismatched; the feel is either too rigid or too matte. If reports are accurate that people are paying $150 for this new crop, then they're being ripped off harder than duct tape off a made-for-TV movie hostage.
On a cold night, I have plenty of clothing, so I am unaffected by the elements. Food obviously is taken care of before during and after. Shelter comes in the form of an old brick building with the heat on, and the windows fogged up.
It doesn't take a lot to startle me, but a drunk and possibly drugged up dude wrapping his scarf around his head like an enthusiastic actor prepping for his big breakout role in Tora! Tora! Tora! freaked me the hell out.
