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The Pencil Request
First day of algebra class and I forget a pencil. Awesome.
Gotta ask someone sitting near me. Too bad the only person in earshot is the starting point guard for the varsity basketball team. And I’m definitely NOT the starting small forward. Or even a bench player. I’m just some 14-year-old kid who doesn’t have a pencil.
The Death of Rock was published on MusicJobs.com
http://us.music-jobs.com/blog/index.php/offbeat/death-of-rock-steve-molter/
The Effect of Disbelief on Reality (and Love)
I don’t believe in this stuff. This stuff simply does not happen in real life. I am not new to dating. But I swear to you now – I swear on my mother’s life – that I have never felt like this. And I simply don’t believe it.
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MONDAY, JANUARY 2, 2012
There was nothing special about what led up to our first date. I had woken up sprawled across my bed, half covered in sheets; my mouth was dry due to the unseasonable Angelino warmth. I went about my business like any other day. I greeted my computer with a gentle press of a button. I phoned my father to catch up on our New Year’s Eve stories. I stopped by my best friend’s house for lunch like I’ve done so many other times. It was all very vanilla.
The Sneeze
She was blonde. She was tall. Legs like sunflower stems. I caught her eye briefly, but she just smiled politely and continued to walk past figuring I was another average customer. She had no idea what the day had planned for her in that obscenely crowded Apple Store on the Third Street Promenade, her place of employ.
