Siddity in the City

I just learned, via the Internet, that my assclown father has another child, which means I have another sibling. A 10-year-old sibling.
Now, this doesn’t surprise me, terribly. There’s a line in Fight Club, when Tyler Durden discusses the fact that every five or six years his father would divorce and start a new family. He […]

My mother just came tearing into the room pretending to look for something because she saw me bring a bottle of cava up from the cellar to chill for New Year’s Eve toasts, but didn’t see me stick it in the fridge, so she naturally assumed I was holed up in here hitting the sauce. […]