This is the place where the snippets go. My interwebs junk drawer so to speak. I have too many other blogs that are themed but never seem to get any attention (from me). Here is a lazy opportunity to shove it all into a spot, cram it away, and then rediscover it later.
I'm a Gen-Xer who is reader of mainstream comics (mostly Marvel), short fiction, and obsessed with television. I'm also a huge New York Yankees and New York Rangers fan.
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Typically I'm not a fan of really weird, experimental fiction. This short essay written on Google Maps, however, is so different and short that it captured by attention. Overall, it's a pretty interesting use of location.
There is a specific brand of smart-ass, sarcasm, ball busting that makes a Molloy. Case in point last night at the hockey game. My dad, uncle, and I were watching the pre-game skate when a puck hit a man and his female companion in the head (one puck two heads). While they were rubbing their heads, my dad picks up the puck (laughing) and says, "I could give you the puck, but I don't think I will." My uncle and I start laughing and the puckhead gets angry. My dad's response? "I'm sorry you got hit in the head, but don't act like I shot the god damn puck at your head."
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