My First Fight // Friday Night Fights
Friday Night Fights
And by “my first fight” I don’t mean that time, when I was 5, and I kneed a boy in the face for calling me a “chink”.
I meant my first experience at Friday Night Fights at the Broad Street...
December Is The Hardest Month Of The Year For Me
December...
A month synonymous with salubrious cheer, sparkling ornaments, rosy-cheeked smiles, mirthful carols accompanied by jingling bells, the scent of pine mingling with hot chocolate and homemade c...
Why Telling Me To Smile Just Pisses Me Off
I truly believe that in life, it’s important to always make room for a good old poop joke.
I grew up with 4 older brothers who believed the same to be true: "Had a hard day? Ok guys, let's gather around the fi...
