The base shakes, the buck moves, the squibs fire, and then, Houston, we have a problem.
I'd become steeled to my own selfishness.
Playing with Fire
This was demonic vegetation. Pure evil. It had to be stopped. And it was up to me.
I liked the weird hours and underworld glamour, but the charm wore off that night.
A Card for Fray
Do you remember when it was just you, me, and that guestbook script?
The Rules of Carpentry
The row of duplexes stood half-built in the cruel Colorado sun.
These women had lives as crazy and muddled as mine. I was sure.
Fray Turns Two
Tonight the fray got real.
It didn't take long for me to realize why the money was so good.
Behind the Bar
There are two kinds of bars in Iowa City: college bars and dives. Memories was a dive.
Becoming a Walker
With a sharp excuse me and a businesslike shoveto the right, I was initiated into rush hour.
There are five billion people on the planet. How much is a human life worth?
A Year in the Fray
When I think about the last year, it comes back to me in moments.
Escape from the Machine
I am stepping off the rubberized grip of The Comfort Zone.
It's a place I will always love, but can never go back to.
Internship of Fools
Hope, disappointment and clandestine meetings at whitehouse.gov.
Alive in the Machine
It's not my life. It's just my job. Really.
The short story of a year as a cog in the digital revolution machine.