fathers day 2011: the deer imitator

It’s 1988, and my father and I are in his two-toned 1983 Suburban headed on I-40 West toward Hickman County, TN. Me:  “Why do you like going into the woods to hunt deer so much?” Dad:  “For stress relief.  To get away from civilization.” Stress.  Yes, going 60 miles from home, turning down a dirt [...]

fuck you, prospective home buyers

Actual emails from the past 10 minutes (I didn’t bother correcting typos and errors): Me:  We had a couple showings the past couple weekends.  Any feedback? My Realtor:  Hi, I spoke to Debbie already and she let me know your place was too small for her clients. They make independent films and needed a bigger [...]

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