My nose is crooked. Nothing major, just a slight bend to my left, your right. (Do the pledge of allegiance; I won’t tell). I noticed this very recently when I was staring into the [...]

This is an excerpt from “Sixty Feet, Six Inches,” Riley Breckenridge’s contribution to Machine Wash Warm, the new FlipCollective e-magazine. Machine Wash Warm can[...]

I’m obsessed with the College World Series. I might even go so far as to say that it’s my favorite sporting event in existence. As a kid, I had drawer full of stacks of VHS tapes o[...]

We’re playing Wiffle Ball in your backyard, the one where I once got my finger stuck in the garage door and cried until you showed up to open it. You’re the Mets, as always, and I’[...]

My name is Dark And Wired.  I know this because the man named Bud says those words whenever he calls me to eat.  I like to eat. I’m a cow.  Actually, I’m a steer.  But when people [...]