“It’s called friendship. It’s like therapy for poor people.” -Without a Trace

Friday night I went to the Battlestar Galactica showing at The Baghdad Theater, with my Snarky Cards in tow. It

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History Beats The Fuck Out Of Doubt

I’ve been trying to figure out why I started selling Snarky Cards in the first place. Thankfully, Arlette is sensible and kind. “Because you’re good at it.” She said in between bites of Ole Dirty Bastard (Voodoo Doughnuts completed her Portland experience). “Are you sure I’m not just trying to make up for a shitty childhood?” I asked. “Nope. You like people. And you’re selling your art.”

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