“I need a real dog, a dog with some intelligence behind its eyes. Not some dopey, Down Syndrome-looking spaniel that drools every time it sees a bird.” Jenn’s Plenty of Fish profile half-jokingly stated, ‘Must love dogs.’ Yes. A cheeky nod to a mediocre movie. Maybe the ask should have been more prescriptive. Admittedly, the next few moments were not Jenn’s best. She and he did not part ways well. After Jenn a-matter-of-f...

“I don’t know what to say.” “Sure you do.” “But Janie, this time is different.” “Understood. I get that.” “It’s harder. It’s personal.” “It’s always personal,” Janie replied. “You’ve told me that multiple times. Everything ever written is personal. And the more personal, the better the result.” “But this time is different.” “Nathan, you’re repeating yourself. Verbatim, for God’s sake. Not a good look for an accomplished w...

I smelled gas. However, I remained still. I governed my breathes while exploring my predicament. I saw, felt, and heard nothing. However, my ears rang like I'd just left a concert. Thankfully, the thunderous roar had stopped. But the echo of the silence was too loud to think that I was dead. Entombed, yes. Expired, not yet. Living was on the clock and I was in dire need of a Lady Luck spanking. Having regained my wits, I...