Chris muses about riding the bus in the suburbs.
OBITUARY: Henry David Whitman, who was conceived via in vitro fertilization, born via c-section, fed safe and readily-available food via the marvels of modern food science…
Wherein Chris fashions 60 feet of campaign mail into an outfit so that maybe you’ll vote.
Wherein Chris is too much of a catastrophist for flip-flops.
When you’ve shut down your Facebook account but you’re still thinking of quips, what are you supposed to do with them? I’ll put a few here.
Some people are skilled job interviewees. Some people are Chris.
Here’s a song about a guy who has none of what the kids call ‘game.’ A guy quite unlike myself, I assure you. (Cough.)