04.16.2001

â€œI could never throw my mother off a building,â€ a shocked Paige said. She stood at the waitressesâ€™ station propping her arm up on the bar as she smoked one of my Chesterfields.

30,000 Feet

04.09.2001

At first I thought she was snoring. It was the flailing about that clued me and, well, just about everyone else into the fact that something was wrong with her.

Faker

03.05.2001

Something had clued him in, though, or he wouldn’t have been standing in hysterics over me like he was. The poor bastard. The interview had gone so well too.

The Abridged Atlas Shrugged

02.19.2001

1,000 pages distilled into 1,000 words. What could be better?

A spudWorks Screenplay II

01.22.2001

SPY BOSS: So you know what it is you have to do, comrade?
SPY: Da. I will infiltrate the Goddard Space Flight Center in Washington D.C. and discover what advances the Capitalist pigs are holding back from the International Space Station.

Things Could Be Worse: IV

11.29.2000

The bench he sat on was hard, but if he balled his tie up in just the right way, he could make a pillow and lie down a little.

Things Could Be Worse: III

11.22.2000

Steven attempted to stare him down but realized he wasn’t going anywhere so he took a vocal queue from the man who had just put Jack in his place.

Things Could Be Worse: II

11.15.2000

Half way to the door, his boss’s voice rang out in the air-conditioned silence of the office. “Hey, and Jack? Buddy? Don’t steal any pens or your letter opener. It’s just petty. You know?”

Things Could Be Worse: I

11.08.2000

He still didn’t know why he was on his death march.

A Seven Day Journal

09.11.2000

She got into Jesus somewhere along the line and has become a real pain in the ass. Maybe there’s a support group for people like her… or for people who have to deal with people like her.