That Time I Fought Crime

It had been the longest, most frustrating night at work. My eighth day in a row consisted of being neck deep in the weeds and also a ten percent tip average. As they say in Mexico, no bueno. I got home around eleven, ate my Vegan Cobb Salad (better than it sounds) and then switched…

Lost Cats, Car-Jackers, and Angels from Michigan

Two weeks ago my little cat was curled up next to me in bed. I was depressed because AshCap had moved to Tanzania. I looked down at Sebastian and said, “Well, at least I still have you.” Famous last words. That mofo disappeared a week later and I haven’t seen him since last Tuesday. So,…