Zach

. This used to be Zach, my Golden Retriever. I should’ve known then that he’d be trouble. Since chewing up this stupid toy fllp-flop (Shannon bought it, not me), he’s proceeded to destroy other things. He’s eaten holes right into the drywall in my bedroom hallway. He’s eaten the bottom part of my wooden fence to escape the tyranny of the back yard. He’s eaten bathroom rugs, and even the bricks of my fireplace. Meet Zach, the Destroyer.

…And It’s Deep Too!

Richard Pryor died today at age 65. I hate to see him go, but I’m also glad he doesn’t have to suffer with multiple sclerosis anymore. The guy was masterfully funny. Like every other kid, I hid his albums and tapes from my parents, and then snuck them out for a listen when they weren’t around. I remember taking those tapes everywhere. He was just so damn funny that your gut would hurt from laughing. I can’t think of anyone else who could consistently provoke that kind of reaction from people. Pryor broke down a lot of doors. People accused him of being the most foul-mouthed comedian of his time. So what? He recognized that words really aren’t that dangerous if you don’t hide them away. People were shocked by the things...