I took Natty for a walk to Fells Point tonight.
She pooped.
I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a wadded plastic grocery bag.
Placing my hand inside the bag, I bent down and grabbed the poop.
I pulled the bag inside out and tied the handles shut.
On the outside of the bag, it said “THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY.”
This is my life.
This is Natty at 8:00am. Excited. Bright eyed. Totally pumped to go for a ride in the car. Continue reading
Today, I’m ecstatic to report that I’ve achieved my life-long goal:
To become the #1 ranked Brian Eden on Google.
Go ahead. Try it.
It doesn’t matter if you put it in quotes or not.
Either way, I’m #1.
This is no small accomplishment. It’s not like my name is Borat Colonoscopopolos. Or Mik D. Manulik.
There are truckloads of other Brian Edens out there, jockeying for first place. (No pun intended, Brian Eden, director of the Sioux Falls Trucking Association).
With check out at 11am, and a flight at 9:30pm, I had a buttload of time to kill today. Continue reading
I was about to sit down on my hammock on the roof deck yesterday. But something caught my eye.
“Is that what I think it is?”
Walk a mile in my underpants 