There once was a sink that was clogged…
It’s Katrina Day, everybody!
Edit: Nothing bad happens in this story, so no moral lesson need be drawn
#3: The most potent form of caffeine that exists. Consider consulting a drug dealer.
More thoughts on film, art, romance, and cats from my childhood vault.
A letter from an editor
Some people have soft, loving, purr-fest cats. Some people have silent, watchful, cynical cats. My cat is too busy gazing into the horrors of a chaotic and unfeeling cosmos to be either of those.
“All right. Can I get you a drink, or are you ready to order?”
“Is anyone ever ready when their number comes up?”
A visitor from the Orient once called it a “piece of Holy Ground.” I submit that it is close to being a wholly beautiful apartment.
Behind the scenes at The Sidecar.