The Lone Pretzel, or: A Keg Party at the Comic Book Store
Three months (approximately) in. Look! Someone left a lone pretzel on my car, right above the driver’s door. How special. Is my car dirty? Verily. So, the colder months had warped my apartment’s front door in a direction that tended to hinder its practical function. Here in the warmer months, it has merely decided to [...]