In Alaska.
In Alaska. ¡Oh, mi dios!
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Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.
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2. My grandfather was a bracero. I never think about this, but it’s true. Craziness. Reasons why I’m not in marketing: He didn’t believe in Antler Ninjas: Ninjas with antlers for hands… He was DEAD Wrong. A family comedy you’ll…
100 Things about Me, pt. 1 of 100
1. I hate cheese. I don’t know why, but the texture and smell has always grossed me out. One exception: pizza. And no, I don’t know why it’s okay with bread and tomato sauce, it just is. From now onto…
The Tale of Someone Else
A bit after I wrote yesterday’s post, someone else from the past called me. We spoke for 153 minutes,1 which was awesome, because I hadn’t spoken to her in months. She was one of the two girls Gordon and I…
The Trial of Sordon Gpurgeon, pt. 5 of 4
A quick note before you read this post. Everything here is completely true (with the mild exception that Frank’s real name is Daniel Davenport and my real name is Juan Reshawn Stolzalski, as previously discussed). I did not alter the…
The Ballad of the Legendary Tale of Sordon Gpurgeon, pt. 4 of 4
Gordon called me once, a few years after he’d left New Mexico. He said he was in the area and that we should hang out. I agreed, but neither of us took the initiative and nothing ever came of it.…
The Tale of Sordon Gpurgeon (part 3 of 4)
As promised, our story begins when Gordon and I are friends and we spend much of freshman year together… but first, a word about my first girlfriend.1 Over the summer, I developed a crush on a girl, Crystle, and asked…
Reminiscing, doubting, dreaming, hoping, yawning, and poking.
Reminiscing, doubting, dreaming, hoping, yawning, and poking. All in a moment’s silent contemplation by yours truly.
The Legend of Sordon Gpurgeon (part 2 of 4)
Sordon Gpurgeon was an interesting kid. I have vague recollections of him from as early as sixth grade, and am reasonably sure he was in one of my seventh grade classes, but I always knew who he was nonetheless. Gordon…
The Ballad of Sordon Gpurgeon (part 1 of 4)
A long time ago, back when I cried every time someone shattered a beer bottle on my bottom lip, some angry white people came to my house. It was an old redneck and some blond, white kids that were about…