I’ve been to the Buddhist temple twice in my life. The first time, I was with my mom, my sister and her husband, and my mother’s obnoxious friend Dottie, who kept loudly describing everything as if we were deaf and blind – “SEE! NOW THEY PRAY! THEY PRAY FOR LUCKY! LOOK HERE THEY USE INCENSE! [...]
Getting ready to head back down to Wichita this weekend for the purposes of celebrating the new year. Not the piddly Euro-American version with that big lame disco ball, Dick Clark, and guilty resolution-making; but the awesome Vietnamese-style bacchanal of ridiculous amounts of food, money, lottery games and people running around in paper dragon costumes. [...]
On an unassuming April afternoon, Erika Allegheny inexplicably escaped imprisonment. Erika’s attorney, Alice Ulungu, argued animatedly, and eventually achieved an adjudication of innocence. Ecstatic, Erika’s elderly aunt applauded Alice’s accomplished efforts. Everyone approved… …but for the victim’s family, kin to the late Rodrigo de Sanchez, who did not deserve the grisly fate that had befallen [...]
The only thing I ever wanted was a bath. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not filthy. I shower every day, twice if I’ve lifted lots of stuff at work; I never repeat clothes before I’ve washed them; I floss. I’ve just never had the time for a bath. You’ve got to fiddle with the knobs [...]
