Summer '00: A Horse Is Bored.

It was during the Summer of 2000 when I first decided to see if I could write some sort of column on self-imposed deadlines. Mainly because it is dreadfully boring in Central Connecticut. I kept putting it off, but after an interesting phone call I received at my place of employment, the ball got rolling. They're not as focused as later pieces, but there's still a lot of good stuff here.

This Afternoon I Spoke To The Archangel Michael

I Have Boring Dreams

Various Adventures In Dental Hygeine OR My Wisdom Teeth Are Motherfuckers

Why Are We Denied The Right To Our God-Given Donuts?

The Midwest Wants Me To Eat Something

Personality: B

I Know What I Did This Summer