Crazy Laundry Lady

She begins quietly, her mumbling sounds gradually forming themselves into recognizable words. The speech patterns are hard to discern, but I think I can make out a little. She’s going on about how “he needs to leave her alone.” I pause, not sure if “her” refers to herself, another person or an entirely fictitious personality. Maybe she’s just saying random words and they’ve incidentally strung together to sound like an appeal.

She is fucking crazy after all. … More Crazy Laundry Lady

Cray Cray

Over the years I’ve learned to control my anger. I’d like to say it’s a fully subdued part of me, but I’m not that naïve. What control I have has come largely through the fear of lawsuits. … More Cray Cray

Drugz Be Bad

And when the Timmys of the world are not blowing lines right under Mommy’s nose, they’re kvetching about how misunderstood and unappreciated they are. After all, it’s not their fault they can’t cope with the unabated pressures in their lives.

Black Ops III is fucking hard. … More Drugz Be Bad