Tagged: fiction

my life with mo: too much hulk

My sister-in-law Stefani told me it was a bad idea to take Morrison to a PG-13 movie. She said he was too young. I disagreed. “He’s six,” I said. “That’s old enough for The Avengers, especially since there’s not going to be any blood or gore.” “Sure, but it’s still

my life with mo: date night

I went on a date tonight with a friend of Seth’s girlfriend Martha. Her name is Allison. It was this first date I’ve been on since Caroline died. I think I tried on at least four different shirts before I left the house. Allison just moved to the Bay Area

my life with mo: oyster balls

Today I went to see a urologist. He told me I have a pearl attached to one of my testicles. Said not to worry about it. I was so relieved to have the situation behind me. I hadn’t been that stressed out since Caroline died. The whole ordeal started last

my life with mo: who shot ya?

Morrison’s school called again today. They’re such assholes. I’ve told them before that I don’t like to be bothered when I’m working. Unless, of course, it’s an emergency. This was definitely not an emergency. They just don’t understand what it’s like to be an artist. I shouldn’t be surprised. From

indian food

Indian Food, Part 1 Hello again. It’s me. I’ve decided to give this relationship another try, see where it leads. Let bygones be bygones. I admit my friends had a lot to do with this. They’re always telling me how great you are – that our first go round was