“What are you writing?” the bartender at Atomic asks me. I’ve been camped out here for the last several hours, damn my 70 year old house and its faulty wiring. As soon as my raise comes through — if my raise comes through this year — I will absolutely have the whole place gutted.

Honestly, I’m getting real sick of losing power every time a squirrel farts outside.

Hrmmm, that might be a line ...

Without giving too much away, why doesn't your employer allow you to move? It's post-2020, unless your role within the day to day operations is fully in-person or it's licensure, I don't think they have a hold on you. It's either licensure or they're being a dick.

If it's licensure, I wouldn't. The risk if you get caught is greater to you than it is to them. Don't do it.

If they're just being a ...

If you’re reading this, the big C got me. No, not Claire, the other one. There are so many things I wish I could have done, including you, but I guess when the sand runs out…

I hear the toilet flush and hastily put the note back down on his hospital bed. Moving back to the door, I position myself as if I was just coming in when Tim emerges from the bathroom. He’s not wearing underwear under th...

“I wish I wasn’t so unloveable” I say, making eye contact with the foam teddy bear my roommate George had put into the latte now in front of me on the table. “It’s just so…so…”

“You’re not unlovable,” George says. “Just because Churchill was a dick doesn’t mean it’s true for all guys.”

“But all I ever seem to attract are dicks. Where are the nice guys? Don’t you have any friends you can set ...