Frank’s Log V

Blah blah blah Pigs goats fiddlesticks nightmare schism A Wednesday left unturned. Nether regions of light and mustard. It’s unjust to pickle your leftovers if the dogs are unfed. That’s why clowns don’t joke at home. So go back to the basics, give yourself a test: What’s the square root of life? Why don’t the… More Frank’s Log V

Frank’s Log II

If you’ve ever read Hemingway, you know it needn’t be pretty. I’ve read a book and a half. The last time my shoes grew too tight, I can’t remember. That’s the thing about life – you don’t recall the past unless it hurts. Or even if you harken back to pleasant memories, the pain of separation… More Frank’s Log II

If you’ve ever read Hemingway, you know it needn’t be pretty. I’ve read a book and a half. The last time my shoes grew too tight, I can’t remember. That’s the thing about life – you don’t recall the past unless it hurts. Or even if you harken back to pleasant memories, the pain of separation… More Frank’s Log II