Eat N Run

Eat N Run Orange haired potato sack tricepped bullhorn mouthed Keeper of the cafe con leche. She calls for hellfire on the skinny Brazilian who trundles over to make the toast (with or without cheese) (provolone, Swiss, or American) She rolls her eyes at him frowns her head at the cameras hanging from the ceiling […]


My dad doesn’t remember much when I ask him about the kinds of things I did as a baby and when I did them. He says, “Eras normal.” Walked at about a year. Talked at about a year. And a shrug when pressed for details. Even when I ask if certain things I remember are […]