INT: Dimly lit rundown bar. White guy: Nigger! Black guy: Cracker. White guy: Jungle bunny! Black guy: Hillbilly. White guy: Jigaboo! Black guy: Juggalo. White guy: Ape! Black guy: Peckerwood. White guy: Nig nog! Black guy: What are we even doing? White guy: You started it! Black guy: No, YOU started it when you… Continue reading A White Man and Black Man Walk into a Bar.
When I saw the trailer for the Secret Life of Pets, it took me on a train down memory lane. I had started to think about a similar type of story I wrote in fourth grade. I dug through my parents box of our accomplishments and school stuff and I finally found the story i thought… Continue reading Dogs Really Party (Fourth Grade Me)
I had a dream about Channing Tatum, but it wasn’t a typical dream about the hunk. It was violent and gruesome and graphic and as far from normal as it could possibly be. He was fresh out of jail standing in front of my house in an orange jumpsuit looking for me. I opened up… Continue reading The Man in the Orange
I woke up in the middle of a dry, brown, hot place. I looked around and nothing surrounded me but a few cactus and dead weeds. I climbed off of the ground getting my hands covered in dirt. I bent down to dust the dirt off my knees, and as my eyes were looking down… Continue reading Desert Gunfight