Sam ran the  cafe like a home. It was made easier by the fact that he and the wife ran the cafe together. That along with the fact that their  Apartment sat on top of the cafe. Growing up in the  suburbs , Sam had never imagined he'd be living...

Roger had no idea what his 2 PM coffee companion did with his life. Although they met every weekday for in depth conversations he never asked about the details of the guy's life. Strange how that worked. It seemed more the case with  men than  women . The ability to...

In the afternoon he went to Roger's. No matter how busy.

Even in the midst of the  IPO and he was working 16 hour days, he made time for  coffee at Roger's.

By that time he'd already had double the average coffee consumption of a normal man in  Westcity .

He was abnormal....

I thought of  World War I . When young men were scorched in trenches at the hand of industrialization 's first war. The  birds chirped and sung alongside the machine guns and artillery blasts. They could be heard during the quiet times.

But for a 19 year old volunteer who grew...

"Guns. You really think those will protect you?" Jhon said.

Tim raised an uzi up to Jhon who stood still staring out the glass window.

"I don't know. You tell me." Tim said.

Even before Baloo took a step towards them, Rob pointed his uzi at the mountain of flesh.

Jhon turned around. He...

He had a client. Who wanted a  decentralized version of  chess .com built.

Jack didn't think it could succeed. But he took the gig on anyway. It paid the bills. Not that he had much bills to pay. He wasn't a dad and he didn't have any parents he had to...

Two shootings. One could say to survive two  shootings took luck.

But could it be called  luck to find yourself in two shootings in the first place.

Sometimes it felt like the most unbelievable luck to even experience this thing called life.

Other times it could feel like the worst kind of luck.

Somedays...

Andrew arrived at the school with all the evidence needed to prove who the shooter was. Andrew was excited. He didn't have any  family . This would be the one thing he left behind. The one thing he would do to make his life worth it.

He imagined the town thanking...

There was a  chalkboard sign outside the Vietnamese restaurant. Andrew liked restaurants with these signs. Hand-drawn messages. Cursive letters sometimes. Drawings sometimes. They affected him different than electronic signs or those god awful TV screens that displayed horrible stock images. He hated those.

The message outside the Viet restaurant read "Have...

Once he got stomach  cancer he began recounting how many meals he had had without ever being truly grateful. Now his time was limited. But everyone's time was that way wasn't it? Since the day they were born. Nobody lived forever. Although some people wanted to live as long as...