M.E.W
I was excited that on my last day of high school I would be able to sleep in until my brother woke me up at the regular time to let me watch my dog, who I had had since kindergarten, die as I stroked her little ears.
I was excited that on my last day of high school I would be able to sleep in until my brother woke me up at the regular time to let me watch my dog, who I had had since kindergarten, die as I stroked her little ears.
If it weren't for the accident last night, I wouldn't have the possibility of a photography job for a musician.
It seems like immediately after every time I buy pot, I run my car into something stationary.
The large fries I ordered on April 20th to cure my munchies cost exactly $4.20, and I took this as God's way of telling me, "I approve."
Running into my uptight, conservative boss at a gay bar was both the most embarrassing and the most gratifying experience of my life.
While playing pool with a stranger I was casually told that my childhood best friend had committed suicide.
I met the kid who was my neighbor one street over when we were serving on guard duty in an ammunition depot in Panama.
I knew God had a sense of humor when I hesitantly answered the ringing K-Mart payphone, only to hear my best friend, who had misdialed my home phone number, on the other end.
My gay best friend had straight sex for the first time this morning with the girl who'd taken my virginity four years ago.