I haven’t written anything I’m proud of lately. In fact, I’ve hardly written lately. The reason: I have been busy. You know, focusing on finding work (for money this time), figuring out where I left all my crap, gathering it together and unpacking it all at my mom’s house, where I now live. Yup, that is where my epic journey ends: at home, with mom. I know...

I’ve stopped writing really at all. No really. Nothing. At. All. Not one lick of an ice cream cone. Not one dab of lipstick on a married man’s collar. Not even a dash of All Spice on mother’s chicken pot pie. Nothing. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, though. Oh yeah, if thinking were the Internet, I’d be its inventor, Al Gore. But seriously, I’ve been...