 The Mick was born at a very early age. Then he grew up. Sort of. By the age of 19 he was 23 which was confusing to him as well as others. It really didn't bother him as he had discovered that there are only three types of people in the world; those who can count, and those who can't. After college he moved to Washington, DC for no apparent reason and lived there for several years trying to persuade people to stand on the right side of the escalators with limited success. At age 27 he was again 19 and recruited into the CIA. He was fired after eleven minutes due to outsourcing, but not before stealing three pens and a rubber band which he still has. He currently lives with his wife in Philadelphia under an assumed name. The name is his own assumption, no one else's, and like his fluctuating age provides him great confusion. The Mick writes professionally for garment makers and is responsible for the tags that say "Dry Cleaning Only". He hopes one day to graduate to the warning labels that come on silicone packages reading "Do Not Eat".
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Written by The Mick
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Wednesday, 19 March 2008 |
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  People who bother me on the bus.
1. The vagabond smelling of pee. This one really needs no explanation. Pee smells bad. I don’t enjoy smelling bad smells. Hence, I don’t like it when I am forced to share space with the smell of pee. Maybe they don’t know they smell like pee. Maybe they like it. I don’t know and I don’t care. It bothers me. |
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Written by The Mick
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Sunday, 24 February 2008 |
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 I was born with curly hair. Actually, that’s not true. I was born bald. It was shortly after that the afro arrived. It has been my constant companion ever since. We have made our peace, but it was a long time coming.
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Written by The Mick
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Tuesday, 12 February 2008 |
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 I call bullshit. I call bullshit on everyone with a Bluetooth headset for their phone. I don't think those things work at all. I think what's really going on, the secret no one wants to talk about, is that we as a nation are facing an epidemic of paranoid schizophrenia the likes of which have never been seen.
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Written by The Mick
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Tuesday, 05 February 2008 |
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 Someone tell me, and be honest, what the f*ck is the point of the pinkie toe? You know the one. That little useless bastard hanging out with all the other toes as if it serves any purpose. F*cking poser. The one with the pathetic little nail. The one that seems to have less joints than all the others. It provides no balance. Why? Because it has no strength.
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