I grew up a very antagonistic little shithead. Like, I fucking hated country music because my dad liked it, I hated baseball because my brother played it, I hated police because everybody seemed to like them — except my peers, I just hated everything; I was an angry little bastard…

part two you should read part one first, it’s better. Alienation is built-in to work as we know it, yet many people refuse to admit that it even exists, and many simply never get the chance to reflect on it because they’re too busy behaving properly and being productive. It…

part one I had a stupid dream last night. I went to my old job on some super important quest. I don’t remember what the quest was, only that it was super important, like the whole world was gonna end if we didn’t fabricate some special equipment or some dumb…

Why I Hate Dunning-Kruger Andys. My partner and I text each other random articles from time to time. It’s usually something from the news that’s somehow pertinent to our lives, like the local water park that I grew up always wanting to visit but only got to go once when my rich aunt took us…

One time I moved in with a girl from school for a couple months. I was in-between high schools at the time, I had a really hard time staying in school, the fact that I didn’t have a home definitely played into that; it wasn’t until my big sister got…

When I was like sixteen I had a buddy with the word Cracker tattooed across his back. Dude's last name was similar to the word and he wound up with the nickname Cracker, and he decided to throw that shit up across his shoulders. I suspect it was less an…

Just saying the word Rapeseed makes me uncomfortable. I know it’s, like, some type of food thing, but I’m sure there’s a better thing to call it than actual fucking rape seed. Rape is a really fucked up thing, just saying the word elicits an emotional response, and we often…

I killed her. I mean, the doctor who did whatever it was they did with the machines actually did whatever it was that caused her to die, but I was the one who made the choice, so yeah. She had so much brain damage that it wasn't really a difficult…

The thoughts in my head are mostly not my thoughts. Some of them belong to other people and have wriggled their way deep amongst the folds in my brain over the years and intend, as far as I can tell, to stay there forever, or at least until I die…