I'm not exactly sure how we got here but every December we convince children across the world that there is a dude, most likely a diabetic, with a closet full of red and white pants suits who knows when you're awake. It's the only story where a strange old man with a beard in costume... Continue Reading →
Gobble, Gobble
A few weeks ago I was forced to endure an hour long Uber ride to the sound of Christmas tunes. I repeat, AN HOUR. Of all the Ubers in Los Angeles, of course I would end up in the one who is all too excited to get his joy to the world on. Many of... Continue Reading →