Halloween is coming.

Prove me wrong

Isn’t that the best thing that could happen to a writer?

The coffee tasted like a radiator gone rogue.

Of guts and the coward in all of us.

They said I’d be happier. They were right. That’s the problem.

I’ve started to suspect that the people in charge are just as clueless as the rest of us.

Who gives a F* about helping Nepal after the Himalayan catastrophe?

You don’t have to hate someone to hurt them.