A Letter to Penn

Dear Penn, I miss you. I miss Locust Walk. I miss the people I’d get to know drunkenly on the weekends who then don’t say hi to me on Locust Walk. I miss the flyers on Locust Walk. Just kidding, I don’t miss the flyers on Locust Walk.   I miss your food. I miss … More A Letter to Penn

Doing The Same Thing & Expecting Different Results

It’s a Love-Hate-Soccer Relationship   I love my granddad Ted. He hates soccer. I love him despite his irrational hatred for the game, and I say irrational mostly because his reasons aren’t based on any sort of sound logic. Nor does it tolerate any sound logic.   “Soccer, give me a break,” he often sneers, … More Doing The Same Thing & Expecting Different Results

Going to Hell

A woman, in her late thirties, dressed in simple blue jeans and a white tee shirt, wakes up from unconsciousness, only to find herself standing in a well-lit room. The room is of average size, a twelve by fourteen, with a large, oak, desk in the center and a man sitting behind it. There is … More Going to Hell