If I were a magician, I’d hand out broken compasses. It’s all about misdirection.


“I think the best time to stare off into space is when you’re going 65 on a moto…”

“Hospitality is about welcoming you with open arms, and an outstretched erection…”

“This leather chair belongs to me. I would let you sit in it, but you can’t sit …”

“His thin accusation hung thick in the air like fog smoking a cigarette.”