I need to find Katie, check with the league, evade the snipers, avoid the celebrity cheese vigilantes, and find out where I am supposed to be next. Uzbekistan is a big country.

I need to find Katie, check with the league, evade the snipers, avoid the celebrity cheese vigilantes, and find out where I am supposed to be next. Uzbekistan is a big country. I don’t even know where I am supposed to land. Do they even have airports there? I round the corner and shrink back. … Continue reading I need to find Katie, check with the league, evade the snipers, avoid the celebrity cheese vigilantes, and find out where I am supposed to be next. Uzbekistan is a big country.

The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road.

The interstate is a long gray snake, delivering me to Tampa and my brother's murderer. I drink 10 espressos and piss in a Gatorade jug as I drive. The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road. Wreckage lines the road, muzzle flashes burst from the treeline. More than … Continue reading The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road.

For if playing by the rules guarantees that you lose, why bother playing?

Hammond Wry is the screen name of one Damen Ginzberg who lives in his parents’ basement in their middle class home in Hammond, Indiana. He understands the town’s bleak economic outlook, from its dearth of established high-paying jobs to the scarcity of interesting entry-level opportunities. Moreover, he recognizes, in part by overhearing his parent’s desperate, … Continue reading For if playing by the rules guarantees that you lose, why bother playing?