Not so fat Albert

Albert was the first neighbor we met after moving into the new place. Albert was roughly middle aged and didn’t really seem to fit in well. He drove a beat up Cadillac when he left his apartment which was rare, and he continually left his door open and blared hip hop music over the parking …

A Moving Story, Part 3

Part 1 of the story is here. Part 2 of the story is here. So the stage was set. Steak? Check. Booze? Check. Friends? Check. Lots of shit needing to be unpacked? Check. I was forgetting something… Oh right. I didn’t own a grill. Grill/groceries/booze and two hours later we were ready. Park and Michelle …

If I were God…

I’d give up on all this church business. I mean lets face it, it’s more of a racket than the mafia, and I don’t think that the message is getting out in an unadulterated form. When you rely on people to get your message out, it’s going to come out wrong. We’re flawed. Accept it. …