Stories from the Field: Dissociative Morbidity
“You know how spring usually smells like dog poo?” Yvonne called across the cubicle to her co-worker. “This year I think it smells more like chicken crap.” “You know chickens?” […]
“You know how spring usually smells like dog poo?” Yvonne called across the cubicle to her co-worker. “This year I think it smells more like chicken crap.” “You know chickens?” […]
Live like you’re already dead. Like most books, the punchline comes near the end. This punchline is also a wonderful summary of all the verbal jamming before. I picked up […]