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Quote for the day | McGillustrations
https://mcgillustrations.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/quote-for-the-day
Scribbles by writer/illustrator, Sharon McGill. Here there be dragons. Four portraits of people with vegetation on their heads →. Quote for the day. Posted by Sharon McGill. It seems I take this advice pretty seriously. I’ve been so consumed in my own writing that the blog has fallen off the priority list. But these inspirational graphics seem to be making their way around the interwebs, so I’m hoping to get a few more up soon. Feel free to repost and share! Click to email (Opens in new window). Still ha...
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Getting Drilled | my real fake life
https://myrealfakelife.wordpress.com/2011/05/24/getting-drilled
My real fake life. I lie because my real life is so awesome no one would believe me. Without much of a plan that summer I figured getting a job at the exposition would be a great experience, a way to get a taste of the blue collar life before I headed out to what I imagined my future held. A world full of martini lunches, country clubs and phony dismay at the plight of the working class. Royal blue 100% polyester jumpsuit to ensure that we looked just like roughnecks. The idea was to give the pavilio...
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The Woman in the Red Dress | my real fake life
https://myrealfakelife.wordpress.com/2013/03/01/the-woman-in-the-red-dress
My real fake life. I lie because my real life is so awesome no one would believe me. The Woman in the Red Dress. In Los Angeles, anybody can be somebodyand most nobodies are somebody, but not necessarily anybody somebody would care to know. Which explains why I’m standing at the front door of Dee Turnell. It was a direct quote, which I would later find out was her idea of a joke. Dee lives in a sweet little two-bedroom bungalow on a tree-lined street. The yard is neat, and her 1989 Pontiac Bonneville...
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Fly Like The Wind | my real fake life
https://myrealfakelife.wordpress.com/2011/10/07/fly-like-the-wind
My real fake life. I lie because my real life is so awesome no one would believe me. Fly Like The Wind. When I was a kid, I had an Uncle Harvey who wasn’t right. His head was too big for his body, he was unemployed, unshaven and understandably unmarried. On top of that, my brother’s and I, couldn’t figure out how we were related to him. I asked my dad, but generally the response was, Don’t ask so many questions or What are you doing, writing a book? Fly like the wind! Left without many options my dad thr...
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It | my real fake life
https://myrealfakelife.wordpress.com/2011/08/16/it
My real fake life. I lie because my real life is so awesome no one would believe me. In 1978, like most everyone in 10. Grade I had a fake ID, mine was my older brother’s license, which I had stolen from his wallet. I’m sure stealing your brother’s license is outlawed in Leviticus or Deuteronomy, but back then I didn’t live by God’s law, unless my mother said I had to, then I usually folded. The DJ was segueing from Gerry Rafferty’s. When she was about fifteen feet from me I casually checked to make sure...
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The Man Who Failed Upwards | my real fake life
https://myrealfakelife.wordpress.com/2012/02/22/the-man-who-failed-upwards
My real fake life. I lie because my real life is so awesome no one would believe me. The Man Who Failed Upwards. Morris Bronstein (or as he is known to his friends, M.B. ) is a living, breathing testament to the Peter Principle at work. He began his career as a junior art director working on Charmin and by happenstance was teamed up with Charlie Myers. Morris didn’t have a creative bone in his body, but Charlie was a genius, something Morris was quick to realize. Charlie had hired Mitzy Me Love You Long ...
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Enough Said | my real fake life
https://myrealfakelife.wordpress.com/2011/11/28/enough-said
My real fake life. I lie because my real life is so awesome no one would believe me. The phone rings, I check the caller I.D. and pick it up, Go. In my fantasy answering the phone this way makes me sound like a homicide detective, when in reality it probably makes me sound like a tool, who thinks he sounds like a homicide detective. The voice belongs to one of my best friends. I’m gonna to call him Otis, it’s not his real name, although, it’s much better than his actual name. What are you fucking crazy?
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Bishop | my real fake life
https://myrealfakelife.wordpress.com/2011/10/21/bishop
My real fake life. I lie because my real life is so awesome no one would believe me. I wrote this a while ago and sat on it because it’s a big departure from what I usually post, but I felt like it was time to let it air out. I found this article in the New York Times (a bastion of liberalism, but if you’d like to read the conservative version you’ll find it here, http:/ www.catholic.org/national/national story.php? Take a moment to read it, and then let’s meet on the other side, to discuss. A 27 year ol...
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my real fake life | I lie because my real life is so awesome no one would believe me. | Page 2
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My real fake life. I lie because my real life is so awesome no one would believe me. Without much of a plan that summer I figured getting a job at the exposition would be a great experience, a way to get a taste of the blue collar life before I headed out to what I imagined my future held. A world full of martini lunches, country clubs and phony dismay at the plight of the working class. Royal blue 100% polyester jumpsuit to ensure that we looked just like roughnecks. The idea was to give the pavilio...
