Sea Pirates

Do you ever wonder if the Indians of North America had a high suicide rate before the sea pirates came?

Malaise

As I sit under the dimly lit roof of my house, there is a lackluster haze setting in on the streets of waco. It is sunday and the aliens did not come. The telephone poles seem to be sagging under their uselessness and age. A few cars pitter by and my dog sits on a couch that is deceptively uncomfortable and could be likened to the giant man-eating plant from Little Shop of Horrors. I was glad this weekend, not to be misinformed by television and have some real conversation with people with less than destructive mindsets. Though in one of my worst moods (too much wine and not enough nicotine), I found that even in an overpriced park and only one night away that true happiness means...