tyler durden’s popcorn club!

I decided to log into my register at the worst possible moment. The Popper was making a high-pitched screech of a sound as the the kernels circled around within the kettle refusing to burst forth above the lid line any further. The smoky remnants of burned kernels hung in the air. Annabelle was telling a…

100 ft h i g h and sitting in the wet grass: summer.

As one will tend to do at least once in their coming of age story, I recently discovered that I was an unsightly degree of   l o n e l y . It was the kind in which people could see the hideous purple and blue bruise of a rain cloud hovering over my…