While making good on my one-night-only promised visit to my brother Fabro in New York City last weekend, Fabro suggested we go to an art show/exhibition/experience in Long Island City, which, as a general rule is not something I’m keen… Read More ›
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Downtrodden, swollen, and cognitively unavailable, The Moth is out sick today. He will return next week with more toxic commentary.
A Bladder Fit for Santa
I recently had the pleasure of visiting Washington, D.C., home of politicos, party crashers, and run-for-you-life terror corners (care of Southeast D.C.). I came with a crew of three—my mother, Buff-a-Lee, sister, Beej, and a Trusted Friend. On our way… Read More ›
A Gluttonous Accident
Yesterday, I dined with a friend, Gracious Gil. As I loaded my fork for the third bite of a delectable shrimp curry, I released what I thought was a small gaseous hiccup. What my trained gastrointestinal system thought was a… Read More ›
A Case of Mistaken Identity
I once went to the movies with a friend of mine, Waxed Reese. Waxed, a mid-forties, blond-haired douche, was a regular on a local television news program and thought highly of his local celebrity. In fact, Waxed believed he was… Read More ›
The Joke Was on Me
After my Aunt, Sassy McBumble, wholly humiliated me just outside airport security, I thought I would have to return the humiliation. I wondered how I could match McBumble’s cardboard sign of a diapered child bearing my name in giant typeface…. Read More ›
A Case of Walking Vomit
On a recent stroll through the park with a friend, Easily Unzipped, I felt the unpleasant urge to vomit uncontrollably. You see, Easily Unzipped decided to graphically detail his “work activities” in such a casual, “Hey, how’s it going” nature,… Read More ›
The Fitting Failure
Taking any bar exam to practice law is a daunting experience. There is so much riding on one’s success. The California bar exam is supposedly the hardest bar exam in the country. For starters, the California exam is three days… Read More ›
Hold the Boob
The sight of a child suckling its mother’s breasticle in public is perhaps the most offensive sight to be seen. When I go to an eatery, I go to eat, not be exposed to some dimply breasticle on a frumpy… Read More ›
Staple Mouth Now
I travel frequently and am intimately familiar with the routine of airline flights and the personalities of the flight attendants working the flights. On one extreme, there are those flight attendants who would rather have an appendectomy than put on… Read More ›
The Social Moth 