by Kurt Parsons—Age 25—Morgantown, WV
When I was 16 I thought it’d be fun to be on the radio. I knew everything and had no doubt that I’d be great. Somehow I got a job at our local station.
It wasn’t easy. I spent five hours my first day learning how to record the weather in exactly […]
by Doug Dahl—Age 36—Blaine, WA
Nearly every cop eventually responds to a call involving nudity. I was writing reports at the end of my shift when Deputy Casey came in from the field after his first experience.
“I knocked on the door, and when it opened, she was standing there–robe wide open–showing me her tits.”
“What was she, […]
by Kyle Sundby—Age 35—Vancouver, WA
At the coffee shop, I’m asked what I do for work. Probably because I’m here for hours, on weekdays no less. I clear my throat–I’m not prepared for interaction in daylight and it’s the first I’ve tried speaking today.
“I make integrated circuits,” I say. Before the barista asks […]
by Laura Hirneisen—Age 24—Reading, PA
The squirrel girl ruined it for me. For ten hours a day, I inhabited her cubicle while I invented copy that would hold an invisible gun to the head of unsuspecting living room shoppers and force them to add simulated diamond rings to their shopping carts. She’d been gone for months, […]
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