Execution (5 minutes)

I was supposed to be executed.  I was up on the scaffold, arms tied behind my back, with everyone all gathered around to watch the beheading of Flats McBrady.  I’d never been so popular. The executioner—Rucks, his name was; nice guy really, he and Mabel had three kids—said God-be-with-you and reared back with the axe, … More Execution (5 minutes)

We need to Chill.

To be clear, I’m including myself in this. It probably looks hilarious to see this in the feed a few blocks away from the “Why I’m Angry” repost I shared back in January. I have thought these things before, but I know I’ve been bad about keeping things in perspective and realizing that things are … More We need to Chill.