When I was in grad school I drove an old clunker. But he was the first car that was all mine, so I loved him. The night dad brought him home we all threw names in a hat and I drew “Oswalt”out. Ozzie the Oldsmobile he was. The problem with Ozzie was that he was… Continue reading The Election’s Over: What Next?
First things first-I’ve been quiet since primary season, because I’m just shocked and disgusted at this year, but whatever. Let me just out myself right here and now: As of today, I am not voting for President this year, you can’t talk me into it. This is where I am. Never thought I’d be here,… Continue reading Just Locker Room Talk?