There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
Bug
Lies, Lies, LIES!
"Santa, Santa, Santa... It's always Santa!" -- Jan Brady, sort of. I remember...
Janine
My friend Janine, cooling down in a small bar on a 95 degree day. When I...
"Baby... Dats BaNANas!"
There is a roiling controversy in our house. And like all things we disagree on, it just doesn't...
Dangling Outliers
Ah, the freshness of a recently re-air-conditioned apartment is something to be savored. There is...