CLEVELAND, OH-
There was a girl once, one vacation long ago. A sort of second cousin, I think–the daughter of my older cousin’s husband by his first marriage which, now that I type it, seems like no relation at all.
CLEVELAND, OH-
My long, slow fall from the Catholic church began when the priest missed my mouth with the communion wafer and it fell to the floor. It turns out this is a sin (as would be expressed at next week’s featured sermon: The Grave Sin of Dropping the Body of Christ).
CLEVELAND, OH-
I hate my job. Don’t tell my job that—they are paying me right now while I write this. And I am writing this on a company computer, and will post it while in my office, connected to the company internet line, so what kind of ungrateful asshole am I?
CLEVELAND, OH-
I like this photo above me. Not because it is flattering (though I’ve seen worse, and if you know me in person, so have you) or because my hair is good (I could use a trim) No, I like it for the extended left arm. My left arm, I mean; I have no idea what your left arm is doing.
