I’m Your Therapist and I’m Going to Cure Your Depression with a Lecture on the Brain
Many respond just as you have, with eyes glazed over with astonishment and mouths agape, almost asking to be fed more knowledge.
Troy Doetch is a profoundly Deaf writing teacher from Rockford, Illinois. His work has been featured in McSweeney’s and Points in Case. His son likes his stories about hungry robots.
Many respond just as you have, with eyes glazed over with astonishment and mouths agape, almost asking to be fed more knowledge.
I Didn’t Kill Jillian, Per Se, But I Am Indirectly Responsible for Her Death and While It Haunts Me, I Am Still a Redeemable Character
’m going to run, jump, and climb over anything that stands between me and other people thinking good thoughts about me.
Rodney is a baby and I am an adult man. We look nothing alike. For starters, look at how much smaller Rodney is than me.
Are you picturing the powder keg? Think back to the last time you went out to sea and needed to bring a large amount of gunpowder.
By the time your child is in elementary school, they’ll be able to replace your basement door with a beaded curtain adorned with Grateful Dead skulls.
Trent Dribbly is a gale-force wind of fresh air with his unapologetic attitude about stealing leftover food from coworkers.
Somewhere, up in the cloud someplace, there is a benevolent being that can let you back into your SubzScription account.
I keep trying to bring up how none of us know our new lines or fit into our new costumes, but Duncan just keeps shouting, “That’s showbiz, baby.”
Some write to live out a fantasy that they were never granted: revenge on Frankie Wick, who pantsed them in Ms. Dakota’s class in the 9th grade.
Come on, these kids only have so much grit before they get completely fatigued.
"A true friend doesn’t complain that they can’t give you their hoodie because their undershirt has an old stain.” --Anonymous