The riots came like a tide, in regular intervals. It was always something or other, the economy, the pension cutbacks, something. But the clockwork riot was the one right before Christmas, at December 6. Each year, every year, like clockwork. It started in 2008, right before the Greek Crisis. When Read more…
Ten years ago. It was a time when producers had money to throw around. Films were made and car chases could fit in every movie’s budget. Plutarch was having the time of his life around that time, getting gigs left and right, doing what he loved, partying all night. Read more…
I think I’m smart, and then I do dumb things like these and slap myself silly. On a previous post I said I’d be ditching Patreon. The reason was the following: I wanted to challenge myself by writing a short story every day, which I call spitwrite because it’s rude Read more…
“Oh, damn!” my girlfriend texted, along with a string of frowny face and expletive emoticons. “What happened?” I immediately texted back, fearing the worst. No, it wasn’t weird that she texted instead of calling me on the phone, we texted back and forth for days without listening to each other’s Read more…