Archive for August, 2014

Memoir – Chapter 6 – If You Need a Kidney, Don’t Call Me

I’ve never met a guy who didn’t like chicken wings. Maybe it’s evolutionary biology where a primitive brain center is triggered. Like when Oog the Caveman felt a pleasure response after he clubbed a wild bird and tossed it in a fire pit. Zaps was no exception. He scarfed the wings half a dozen at a time. I […]


Memoir – Chapter 5 – Every Letter Tells a Bigger Story

I explained to Zaps the purpose of my many-pronged plan: to discredit my ex-family as members of the human race and expose them as members of their true race—rodentia. They were slopping up the world in general—America in particular—and me specifically. But first I had to explain a little about myself. It went more or […]