It started with a simple drip.
A week later, the faucet was running a steady stream of warm water. Not wanting to bother the landlord, he’d gone down to Lowes and bought a new faucet. To install it, he had turned off the spigot under the sink. The stream did not stop. When the landlord was able to turn the water off to the building and Patrick was able replace the faucet and the spigot.
The next night the drip returned. A week later, the stream began again. It was …

Come join me for night of improv insanity along with my fellow Improvatorium cast mates at 8PM on Thursday, February 4, 2010!
The Improvatorium’s Thursday Night Short Form Bonanzaganza!
February 4, 2010 – 8PM
Theatre Asylum
6320 Santa Monica Blvd. (Near Vine)
Los Angeles, CA
Tickets are only $5 and that gets you into the Improv Jam after at 9:30 PM where you can join the insanity on stage a swell!

The best I can figure, he was a gift. That really can be the only explanation she’s kept him around for so long. Like the tie your great grandmother gives you that you bury in your sock drawer and only wear when she’s around. Yet, he’s with her 24/7. Offering his “advice”. Inane advice in that voice. That voice! That horrible, horrible voice. She doesn’t need him. She’d get to where she’s going faster without him. But there he is. …

Tears. She was no stranger to tears. She was five after all and tears were a regular occurrence at five. She wiped her nose on the sleeve of her Gi. She trudged towards the door of the convention center. The trophy in her other hand dragged on the floor. Being half her size she couldn’t lift it. First place. It meant nothing.
The afternoon sun got brighter as she approached the door, the tears increased. The youngest Tae Kwon Do champion had …