Monthly Archives: March 2020

mister pants, part 6

One day I’ll own my own house, but I won’t forget who I am or where I came from. Passing bums will ask, Can I come in? I’ll offer them the attic, ask them to stay, because I know how … Continue reading

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mister pants, part 5

“Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.” — Cormac McCarthy Working from home has its advantages: unlimited paletas. But Mister Pants sometimes missed the old days, when a wonky computer just meant a call to the sixth floor … Continue reading

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mister pants, part 4

“I’m back in Maine now. I don’t know for how long. Wash your hands. Protect yo’ heart.” — Jennifer Finney Boylan He thought back to those carefree days when you could buy stuff. When soup was still a thing. Toilet … Continue reading

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mister pants, part 3

Then the worst case scenario came to him. What if Ernie Pook never came? The last time Mister Pants had heard from him, he was somewhere between San Luis Obispo and Atlanta. What if he was left  standing on a … Continue reading

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mister pants, part 2

The Hurache Boys weren’t particularly political by nature. Running shoes have a limited world view, and no matter which direction the winds of democracy shift, they tend to get stepped on. Besides, Mister Pants’ guy was up by 20 points … Continue reading

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