Bruce caught his reflection in a mirror on the way out the door. How many nights? he thought to himself. How many motherpuggin' nights does it take to clean up this town?
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"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Lies They'll Tell You About Me.
- Ross Maxwell
- Los Angeles, California
- An LA-based TV writer of particular tastes: the Funny, the Pathetic, the Sad-Funny, the Pug-Fugly.
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What is "DreadWhimsy?"
DreadWhimsy is a street clown caught in a terrorist attack screaming, "Jesus Christ! Somebody DO something!!"
It's walking in on your cat chopping vegetables with a sharp knife in your kitchen in the middle of the night.
It's the unwholesome stare from a red-headed child in a passing car.
It shouldn't be funny.
But it is funny.
And you're wrong for laughing.
But I forgive you.
But not really.
You sad fuck.
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