Why the Comments Are Off

The Internet is a truly wondrous place. Without it I never would’ve started Waiter Rant, gotten noticed and become an author. So I guess I’m indebted to Vinton Cerf and all the people who made this amazing web of communication and ideas possible. And to think the...

Wrong Guy, Wrong Day

It’s midnight and I’m in the drive thru lane of a Burger King. I just came back from picking up Buster from his “doggy mama” and I’m famished. “Hello and welcome to Burger King,” a staticy voice says though the drive thru intercom. “What would you like to...

Walking Shadow

I’m driving down a hill in Southern California. It’s a warm sunny day and as the sea-scented breeze caresses my face I see a black man standing on a street corner holding an assault rifle. And when I say a black man I don’t mean an African-American. I mean a void, a...

Drive By

I’m sitting in my room typing away on my laptop when suddenly I hear tires screeching outside my house. “I fucking hate niggers!” a male voice screams. “I fucking hate them!” I leap out of my chair and run to the window. My first thought is some black guy walking down...