Meet Catty Cakes, who drinks her lunch and loves her grandpa.
He started a sonic revolution, cheering on batters with the indecipherable growl of an abandoned dog.
Look at their smiles, the jaunty/careless way they wear a necktie. I am nothing but envious of these grads.
“The cure for anything is salt water": Gloom till noon, sun by 1.
Lovers don’t really come alive till they’re kissed, and so it is with California
Yep, that’s an In-N-Out burger. Yep, I made it at home. My greatest influence as a writer? Calvin & Hobbes. Like them, my cheeky goal is to make language “a complete impediment to understanding.” You know, like Twitter. That’s why I continue to verb some nouns and noun some verbs. Soon, I also hope to … Continue reading Carpe Eat ‘Em
In a dark environment, without sun, sunflowers will turn toward each other.
What a summer this promises to be, warm and sinny, sunblasted and social, with gin as the mixer.
I write for moms and dads who love being called “Coach.”
Such a weekend we just celebrated in LA, full of sin and dishonor, two qualities that also make special our little village by the sea.