There's too much focus on coke-addict Stephen King and not enough focus on Stephen King being a dude who'd crush ten or twelve cans of Black Label and drive around rural Maine listening to Bob Seger
You can tell who's a real country boy and who's not by whether or not they're confused by the epilogue of Blood Meridian, which describes somebody using a post-hole digger
Back in '85 my uncle got hit by a piece of the ZZ Top Afterburner shuttle after it broke up in the skies above Beaumont.
People love to say "I would kill for [thing] to happen," but that's so wishy-washy. Better to say "I WILL kill for [thing] to happen." Shows you mean business.
Currently hard at work on an alternate-timeline story in which it is revealed Sergeant Snorkel is a direct descendant of Hagar the Horrible.
Wild how ladykiller is what you call someone who's really good with women and also what you call someone who's really bad with them
And I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see. And I saw, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.
On the Burger King app, one of the customization choices is "hot off the broiler." It feels like a bad sign a restaurant considers "fresh"to be a cool option.
Not gonna lie, it's been kind of a grim grind at the hacienda for...some time now, but I had a moment the other day in the car of pure optimism listening to this Doc Watson tune, which is awesome and makes you feel like you could run through a wall
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Got in the car earlier and realized I didn't have a lighter. I was beside myself with grief. Then I drove about ten feet and saw a (working) lighter lying in the road. Very rarely do you see the Hand of the Divine at work like this












