Someone gave me a ride home from work last week so I didn’t have to bike home in the rain. I said, “Thanks, but like really, thank you.” Then I spent the rest of the night fantasizing about me getting rich and famous and paying him back 100 fold. ——- Have you ever had a [...]
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Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged bike, cooking, dog, dream, ellen, job on September 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Triple Shot. (Potentially offensive edition)
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged ellen, jeremy, super powers on September 16, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Jeremy, Ellen and I recently had a conversation about super powers. I brought up what they would do with the super power of making anyone in the room with them have an orgasm of whatever intensity and length you desired. Jeremy said he would use it to rob banks, just make everyone black out on [...]
Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots on August 26, 2009 | 4 Comments »
My roommate told me that he’d give me up before he’d give up cigarettes and he doesn’t even smoke. ——- I used to buy swedish fish for a penny each at the corner pharmacy. I’d just reach in and grab out a few, toss some pennys on the counter and be on my way. They were always [...]
Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged apartment, grandfather, grandmother, library, New York, wallet on August 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I feel like a grown up now that my apartment has a washer and dryer without coin slots. ——- I once found an old library card in New York that someone had dropped. I put it in some journal at the time. I recently found it and slipped it in my father’s wallet, in there with [...]
Triple Shot. (twenty shot edition)
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged bed and breakfast, condoms, type writer on August 5, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Today, a treat for you. I recently stayed in an old bed and breakfast with walls lined with many old books. Tucked secretly into the pages of one was this gem, typed on a type writer… I’d date it early 70s… What’re your top three? (I know… I know… So many good ones.)
Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged brother, burrito, capitals, chipotle, father, zombies on July 29, 2009 | 4 Comments »
I have no idea why I had to learn all the state capitals. —– My father and I went to Chipotle today . He parked the car, handed me money and said, “Get me a pork burrito.” “Oh, I thought you were going in,” I said. “No, just get me a pork burrito.” “You want [...]
Triple Shot. (Perfect Death Edition)
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged blogging, Camus, death, hemingway, maya, Oscar Wilde on July 15, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Ernest Hemingway died by shooting himself with a shotgun in the mouth. It wasn’t a pistol. It wasn’t in the temple. It wasn’t by someone else’s hand. It was a shotgun, he pulled the trigger, and the shot went into his mouth. There is no other way that Ernest Hemingway could have died. For him, [...]
Triple Shot. (Relationship Edition)
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged boyfriend, ellen, ghandi, girlfriend, piercing, sister on July 8, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I have a friend who met a girl in a bar who casually dropped that she had gotten her genitals pierced. He insisted she was lying and insisted again and again. They’ve been dating for two years now. ——- I read something today about a girl who asked her boyfriend to hangout and he said [...]
Triple Shot. (First Class Edition)
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged ellen, first class, hotel, napkins, omelette, orange juice, vegetable on July 1, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I was offered to switch my flight to the next day in exchange for a first class ticket, a free round trip ticket to anywhere, a night at a hotel, and a vegetable omelette. ——- In first class, they put a large napkin on my tray table before the meal, handed me a napkin for [...]
