It’s a miracle that Jessie, who’s a big dude, didn’t beat Ivan into sweet unconsciousness with the chip case.

Thanks to the magical power of compound interest, my $20 had grown to a whopping $24.

It's going to be great to see my Madison crew after having been away for almost five years.

Poets don't make the front page unless words like "suicide" or "murderous rampage" are involved.

8 December 2005

Not Even Close:

Life, as we all know, is a brutal series of letdowns and disappointments.

I loved Seattle because it was Seattle, and I loved my apartment because I was a ten-minute walk from the University District.

Here's the name that I'd give to a breakfast cereal: Cinnamon Eat the Bacon Instead; Either Way, You Die, with Bran

Now, my book came out a little over eleven months ago, and it seemed that hardly anybody had noticed.

That guy I beat to death with a lawn chair? It was a Buick.