“I’m a knife… knifin’ around… cut cut cut cut.”
Bring a book, take a book, drink beer and eat a hot dog in a bar that plays baseball games.
Gear up, take the cigarette out of your mouth, flick it toward the conveniently-placed trail of gasoline behind you, and let’s walk in slow motion through another year of action movies.
People sometimes look at me funny when I recommend Columbus, Ohio, as a vacation destination.
What a year for tools, which are around your house and can be used to achieve great things and avoid inconvenience.
Isn’t it just a bunch of dancing young people and goofy memes on there? Isn’t it just some kind of spyware? Isn’t it bad for you?
I don’t know. Maybe. I’m sure I spend too much time on it.
