We had a table, growing up. I don't really know where it came from. It was always in our basement; it may still be there. It's someone else's basement now, but who knows? Perhaps old foosball tables return home to die. Perhaps they never leave us.
News: New story published on Juked.com.
I am very much digging the stories on Juked (and not just because they published me) and also very much digging electronic submissions. Juked accepted my story pretty quickly and it was up a couple days thereafter. I like instant gratification; I like things now and I don't care how. I blame Tim Burton for not making the new oompa-loompas scary enough.
I've finished a new story and am sending it out via Interwebs.
Other news: Jason Schwartzmann lies when he's says it's always summer in Alabama. Stop lying, Schwartzmann.
My sister may be on a famous talk show in Hollywood; it has nothing to do with Jason Schwartzmann or foosball. Stay tuned.