Part I here.
I was only three blocks from Karen’s condo when the back tire blew out. It was the first time I had ever had a blow-out. Didn’t feel at all like an explosion, but all of a sudden I was riding on the rim. I was supposed to be on my way downtown to [...]

Motherfucking piece of fucked up useless shit. Hijo de la puta madre. I kick the tire. It doesn’t make me feel any better. How in the fuck is a $30,000+ German luxury car going to come with a jack that could hardly lift a plate of pasta.
I had been in such a good mood too.
I [...]

Or, “Killing the Ventriloquist, Part II.”
“Yeah, hi, I have a two part question. It seems like a lot of professors, specialists, and pundits are making the same arguments as you, but doing so on their weblogs. I was wondering if a.) you follow weblogs yourself and b.) you think there is a future in print [...]