While glancing in a public restroom mirror (not the most flattering light in which to observe oneself), a routine thought crossed my mind: p

When I say fluff, I’m not talking about the cavity-enhancer that complements peanut butter. I’m referring to an accumulation of hair,...

Had I been able to speak, I might have said something like, “What the fuck?!” I’m told this is not an odd phrase to pour from the mouth of a

I don’t mind wounds. I’ve broken my nose, sprained ankles and even had a minor fracture. You get good mileage from a colorful wound or a set