Every eight-year old boy wanted to play hockey in 1992. All sorts of humans under the age of sixteen probably had that desire, but mine was a giant, uncontrollable passion at that point. I was…
He sent out almost two-hundred invitations. He texted people, facebooked them and accosted just as many with his numerous updates on the twitter. The host also took the more traditional approach of sending invites printed…
My head bobbed; not the forward dip that happens to most people. Rather, my neck gave way under sore muscles and excessively heavy eyelids and the mass that I call my head flopped backwards with…