‘Twas the night before Christmas And low and behold Not a gift had been purchased Not even some coal. What was a broke-ass to do In an economy like this Better trust in Santa – Or go steal some gifts. I scoped out my hood Creepin’ in all the windows

Really unfairly, Kwanzaa tends to be the butt of holiday-themed jokes. The multi-day holiday has been around for less than 50 years, honors African-American history and culture, and has, of course, way fewer participants than Christmas or Chanukah. It’s also nonreligious, making that last comparison meaningless. Not only is Kwanzaa

  Oh, here comes Santa Claus,  a-gain. How is that every year I always seem to wait until the very last minute to go Christmas shopping? I have literally one week to get all of my gifts in order…and there is no way in hell that I’m going to any

A while back I wrote a little post on two then-promising pets I had just purchased who I was sure were going to not only brighten my life but provide me with calm, unwavering companionship in dire times. What ended up happening to Trent and Eileen is a sad story.

How many times have you looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:11? Haven’t you ever wondered why that happens? I feel lucky – as I happened to be born at 11:11 a.m. Maybe it’s me creeping into your souls every time you see those numbers on the

Warning: I am about to sound like a cynical asshole, but maybe it’s because I’m being a cynical asshole. Or maybe I’m just being realistic. My purpose is not to judge anyone who participates in purchasing and gift-giving during the holidays. But, I know that the holidays can be especially

Sometimes it just takes one off-kilter encounter to make you realize the need for a little break from city living. A week ago, I had my very own — major players included a truck blocking traffic, my bike, and an unexpected pig carcass being hauled across the street. It’s those