at the mall in Israel, I got a falafel, bought hair conditioner, and used the bathroom at McDonald’s. Everywhere, teenagers in uniform, slumping near their rifles and flirting.
Part of a big notebook dump from my trip to the Holy Land. I was never very good at travelogues.
the gloves come off
His every modest hesitation glibly rebutted, Michael is free to explore the loamy paradise of what would become the BEST VACATION OF HIS LIFE.
an illustration for the L Magazine of three kids unable to suppress the pure joy of squirting mustard onto a formaldehyde preserved bat in their science teacher’s desk drawer
tasing was the ultimate release until…
the curse of the double handwich confounds to infinity!
can’t remember what was up with this but couldn’t help enjoying their company
it sounded terrifying