Dreams of Fish
Fragments
The Seven Deadly Social Sins
My Enemy
San Francisco, Strippers, and Satan
New Town
Interviews with the People in My Neighborhood
First Dateh
Reunion
Tasty Recipes
Job Search, Pt. 1
Republic, Pt. 2
Scientology
The Girl Who Works at Tower Records on Thursday Afternoons
Meat Market
Fun Pranks
My Best Friend is My Dentist
Tips For Scoring With the Ladies...
This morning at work I walked into the restroom and, when I opened the door, I heard yelling. I was so unnerved that instead of doing what I went in there for, I washed my face and hands in the sink. I noticed that there were two feet beneath one of the stalls with pants wrapped around the ankles. He was on his cell phone having a heated discussion, fuming and swearing as he sat in the stall defecating. Without missing a beat, he continued his conversation as I heard the distinct rustling of toilet paper and a flush. I continued to wash my hands as I heard the door to the stall open and he walked out, continuing his conversation as he buckled his pants and continued out the door without washing his hands or acknowledging my presence.
My father was a tough son of a bitch. When I would hear children …