Flying nuns don’t pay
January, 2003 I was riding the 4E (now the 4K) to work at about 7:00AM. I sat down in the frontmost frontward facing seat. A guy was sitting in the side facing seat directly in front of me, declaring to the world that the media makes people less creative, and he looked to me for comment, so I told him that I write, and I don’t watch television (I still don’t actually). Continue reading ‘Flying nuns don’t pay’
You’re a demon from hell
Some of the strangest people hop on the bus: we all know that. I was taking the 16 from the University to downtown Minneapolis around lunch hour, and as I got on I looked around. No one too strange, except this busy-looking woman, 50-ish, with a small duffel bag, who was sitting in a handicapped seat writing on paper towels. I sat down directly across from her. Continue reading ‘You’re a demon from hell’
