July 2008

ME: Oh yeah did you hear? Estelle Getty is dead. I heard the cops put like, twenty bullets in her. AVA: I heard it was like 40. She was like teen wolf. Hard to kill, harder to hate. ME: Yeah she used to drive around in a van and Bea Arthur would do handstands on [...]

ME: I am sad you threw my socks away. AMY: Away socks! Away! I only threw away two. They were full of holes. ME: I hope you are haunted by their ghosts. Sock ghosts. They already sort of look like ghosts.

The tall waitress is two tables down, her head nearly in the rafters. She turns the corner of her mouth. The corn on the cob is too yellow on the plate. The fried okra looks like a little green wedding band or a narrow wall of bamboo.  “Fresh air,” says a man from my office [...]

Me: Hey, you should go to Cactus Car Wash. It won the “Best Car Wash In Atlanta” award. Mike: Oh, it swept the “Washies”? Me: Yeah, I guess you could say they really “cleaned up”. MK: <groans>

Whenever I’m graphic designing something, and I place a photo in the layout, I think, ‘that’s your house, photo. That’s where you live.’ But sometimes you have to kick the photo out of its house. Get out of there, photo! You don’t even have thirty days notice. There are no laws to protect you.