wwf – Going On 40

Wrestling Crabs

Smelling wafts of a fishy smell coupled with crustacean shells has left me feeling a bit crabby. I’m not mad, mind you, but I am noticing a hole in my knowledge base; why all the dead crabs on the Northwest beaches? Scratch that. Google straightened me out; not dead, molted. Dungeness crabs shed their shellContinue reading “Wrestling Crabs”

Unbreak My Heart

A gun is pushing into the center of my back. I must do what I’m told. There’s a pressure inside me, an unknown force that strongholds my thoughts, stifles creativity, and makes me feel utterly powerless. I’d like to perform a badass MMA move on it. Specifically, The Undertaker’s tombstone pile driver – ain’t nobodyContinue reading “Unbreak My Heart”