I’m not in the mob

I literally just had a 10 second phone conversation that went something like: You get the thing? Yeah. You talk to the guy? Yeah. Good, c-ya. I hope the feds aren’t tapping my phone.

Oh, Hello Miss

I find my self continually wondering if I’ll ever stop being amazed by Lady Luck. When I’m 50 or 60, will I still find myself stunned by her sudden appearance? A large part of me hopes the answer is “hell no.” After being turned down for countless jobs, learning far too much bad news, and […]