We haven’t talked about my man Hanson for some time, right? The mustached inevitability of this fool in my life has seemed of late to be bottomless, and at times I forget to even be annoyed with him. But there…
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Don’t Come Crawling
Why hello, Camile. I didn’t expect to see you back so soon. But first: last Saturday morning Handsome Hanson made a return appearance. He shocked the shit out of me by saying it looks like I’m going to graduate. He…
Poor Little Fellah
Perspective has to be one of the most flexible materials in the known universe. I thought I knew myself. I don’t. I thought I was aware of the world. I’m not. The stars are expanding with a silent malignancy that’s…
Tagged with: Acid, Coach Brody, Golf, Johnson, Mr. Hanson, Sugarbear
Posted in Drugs, Golf, Misadventure, Teachers
Posted in Drugs, Golf, Misadventure, Teachers
Playing With Fire
I have a lot of balls in the air. Yesterday I heard from my miserable Uncle Ben regarding my retarded legal struggles. The police, on the strength of this blog, are going to go ahead and try me in A…
Tagged with: Acid, Johnson, Mom, Mr. Hanson, Sugarbear, Uncle Ben
Posted in Drugs, Misadventure, Parents, Teachers
Posted in Drugs, Misadventure, Parents, Teachers
Mmmm Bop Saturday
I had my Saturday with Mr. Hanson, dream date extraordinaire. He is such an asshole. He walks in the door dressed like it’s Wednesday, as if his entire life is spent in those cheap “nice clothes” that teachers so often…
Hell Is For Children 