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Someone, as of late, has taken to calling me a writer. I’m not sure their right. I had read, not so long ago, As I lay dying by Faulkner. In the about the other section on the back of the book, he wrote that before he ever put pen to paper, he knew he was… Continue reading Writer, who?

Did you know the average American takes less vacation time than the average Japanese? Seriously, it’s well worth a google. Americans take less vacation time or time off in general for the matter than any other developed nation. Everything about our culture is geared toward work and productivity. Even our food is fast, hence fast… Continue reading Never Vacation

I can think of nothing I hate more than to be told what to do. Those who know me would think I don’t like to be told to shut up, given the fact that I never stop talking. But what I hate the most is someone telling me to do what they say, because they… Continue reading Don’t mind my business

Why is one difficult task followed by another? More so, why is that in adulthood we must endure and undertake so many things we don’t want to but are told it’s for the right reasons? Haven’t we all heard that again and again, that it’s not fun but it’s the right thing to do and… Continue reading When is it enough?

I did it again. I sit here typing with sunburnt arms and chaffed ankles because I haven’t bought golf shoes and went in boat shoes. I played what I have no doubt, was the worst game of golf of my life. That being said I spent at least 10-12 holes laughing my ass off. I… Continue reading Golf leads to murder: Part II