The Ebola in Me is the Ebola in You
When I heard about Ebola Survivor Corps, I freaked out. The idea is so simple, it's brilliant. It's one of those things that are startlingly genius and it's been staring you in the fucking face the whole time.
I Put a Ring on It (And It Wasn’t Pretty)
I don't go to the doctor when I'm sick, and I don't go to the doctor when I'm injured. I tend to think that bodies have a way of working shit out on their own. Rub some dirt on it, and it'll be fine. But, I lost my damn mind when I saw this.
I’m No Longer the Fat Friend
My buddy Casey had a theory that every group included a "fat friend." While a co-worker of Casey's said that a group photo of us looked like a white bar code, that meant that our other pal Justin was the fat friend in our gang. He was more than happy to hand me the great big title belt last year.