The following is a story I helped write for a friend. In it, he shares of the most difficult thing he’s faced in his lifetime.
Rush hour is the worst. But you wanna know what makes rush hour worse than it needs to be? It’s one person. One evil person.
You may have noticed there hasn’t been a new story in a little while. That’s because my precious daughter was born a couple weeks ago.
Freshly cut pineapple. Taking long walks. Intercourse. Acupressure. Car rides down bumpy roads. More walks. Visualization exercises. A hurricane named Michael. Another walk. It hasn’t
I woke up this morning at 4:55AM. I don’t remember hitting the snooze, but I did. When the alarm sounded again at 5:00AM, I shot
Welcome to Muggo Shorts. These aren’t like the other stories I write. These are quips, thoughts, ideas…whatever. But they’re short. There’s no moral. It’s just