PipesDreams

My mullet has grown to monster proportions. It’s creeping down towards the bottom of my neck, but is still at least an inch away from tidy ponytail length. It’s precisely long enough to stimulate the white trash gland that makes one crave Miller lite, bags of ketchup chips, and Jenny Jones. This must not be […]

I just finished reporting to my branch at the 9am all-staff news briefing, and it was hell. Usually I am a confident, capable reporter: head up, shoulders back, eye contact, projecting my voice, making jokes. Today I wore oversized black clothing to work, shuffled in head down, read straight from the paper at high speed, […]