He could hear his mom's voice in his head. She would've wanted him to pick the burrito. He hadn't eaten since lunch. His brain wouldn't be able to think without food. Bur right now he needed to do everything possible to stay awake.

Funny that he had stayed up this late...

In fact, when Dick thought about it. All his favorite things in life were free. His favorite tool. His favorite memories. And now here he was. Sitting in the study lounge thinking about how if only he had money he would be so happy. Why would things be different this...

His computer was a piece of crap.  windows machine. Not an  Apple like the design kids and artists. And not a  linux like the hackers. Instead he had a crappy windows machine. A PC. He remembered those ads. Where the PC was the old white man in a suit while...

Dick still went by the name Dick. He was the only person under 50 who actually went by that name.

Dick was twirling a pencil in the study lounge. Trying to memorize the periodic table. But all he could think about was summer. Damn it was only October. And here he...

Kevin could fix anything. Yet he was surrounded by broken things. He would fix one thing, and two others would break.

Rich people could throw everything away and buy brand new things. That was the only way a person could be free from broken things. To buy themselves out. Kevin and...

Helena walked sipping the cup of cold brew coffee mixed with whole milk. She would be halfway done with it by the time she reached this park. Her sister and cousins always made fun of how slow she drank and ate. Her mom left her alone about this.

At the park...

"Gotta get your rest" he had told the kid. But really he was talking to himself. He hated doing this. Saying things he was saying to himself to others. Not having a  family made it easy to get away with this behavior.

When you didn't have people you spoke with regularly,...

Marc Love resented being a celebrity. But he was grateful that he was an unknown celebrity .

Had the world known him to be the Blue Man, there would be troops of speculators on  reddit commenting about his personal life. Love sat there smoking a cigarette, his ass on concrete thinking...

What did Stan look like? He was a thin guy. And wore a funny hat. He was more than those things. But whenever I heard people describe the guy, they always used those attributes. Skinny guy. Always wore that funny hat.

You didn't need an invitation to attend a  funeral ....

Although the bathroom was bright, it felt like the wrong place to be. Sort of like an alley at the wrong hour of the night.

By the time the urge to run arrived, he felt it too late. Right then that urge was overtaken by his ego . The desire to...