Author Ian Fader
“There are no written ways to arrive at this.” he wrote hypocritically. He is finishing up a paper given to him months ago on an archeological dig he had done and he only started working on it now a week… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” they said, I think to myself. They never said anything about kidnapping an autistic kid though, did they, I add sarcastically. I look down at the seven-year-old kid who just wants to play on his… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem.” He replies. I sit there perplexed at his response, and ask “Are you serious?” He answers with a simple “Womp Womp” It takes a couple of seconds to sink in but when it does… Continue Reading →
“You’re going to need these. You know you will,” he says. As the Kawasaki ninja H2R roars to life. He is talking about my helmet and gloves. In hindsight, helmets do little to stop the crushing weight of an eighteen-wheeler…. Continue Reading →