1917

1917

Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, and builded parapets and trenches there, And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son. Wilfred Owen, 'The Parable of the Old Man and the Young' It Will Kill You Private Donalson sat in the deep mud, his legs pulled up to his chest, his hands [...]

Burrito Baby

Burrito Baby

After some failed errand-running that involved a hockey girdle, the state of California, and a monkey company (don't ask), I ended up at a Mexican place for lunch. More specifically, a Qdoba. And I think they tried to kill me. Now, let me get a couple things out in the open here. First: Obviously, whatever homicide [...]