Lame Adventure 37: Death on the Premises
It is 12:35 on a weekday morning. Greg and I are at work standing in our warehouse. We have just finished discussing some tile minutiae and he confides that he’s hungry. Considering that most...
View ArticleLame Adventure 164: Earwax or butterscotch?
It’s the usual dull days of winter at work. The afternoon was crawling along so anemically, it was if the sands of time fell grain by grain. I stared slack-jawed and bleary-eyed at my computer...
View ArticleLame Adventure 374: Disappearing Act
Over the years I have seen many plays and musicals with Milton. Nothing is better than seeing theater magic with one’s dearest friend and fellow theater whore. But every so often, we draw the short...
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