At the urging of my wife, I finally went outside and put down some weedkiller. As I’m walking around spreading death to weeds with my gloved hands, the dew gets into my sneakers and the chill slips under my sweater. I’m just starting on the bucket when I notice that the weeds are bigger and [...]
It snows in April, apparently. Honest to goodness snow, what a horrible thing to wake up to early in the morning before work. This was two weeks ago.
Hey man, he says, haven’t seen you in a while. I look up and it’s P–. I met him at a game shop when I was asking around for Warmachine players, but more than a year later we’ve never gotten a game together.
As I was gaming at the store with W–, he asks me a curious question that reeks of Tyler Durden. Do you just teach, he asks. And he doesn’t just ask. There’s an emphasis on JUST as in, Do you JUST teach? (Somewhere Pahlaniuk/Tyler Durden whispers, You are not your job)