Summer '01: A Horse Is Born.
It was during the Summer of 2001 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
I Know What I Did This Summer