April 2009
1 post
January 2009
2 posts
Why I can never be rich or handle large sums of...
I was just at the bank, making a deposit for my boss and, moving away from the counter, I walked by this lady, 4’7”, at most, I think, tall, dressed in rags, or maybe that’s just how old people dress. She was hunchbacked, yet still bent over even farther, squinting at something in her hand. It was a ten dollar bill. I didn’t know whether she was trying to deposit it or had...
The Making of a Skeptic
When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I was losing a baby tooth. Somebody, probably a teacher, brought to my supple attention the existence of “The Tooth Fairy,” a benevolent being who, in exchange for my useless old tooth, would provide me with cold, hard coinage. I was listening.
The idea that there was some sort of generous, yet sneaky, and potentially perverted creature-god bent on...