Author Archives: Max T Kramer
Am I write?
Writing sucks. It’s a chore. It’s frustrating. It’s work. I would much rather be pal-ing around with my friends, or eating cookies in bed, or doing some sort of adventure sport, or drinking beers, or wearing a turtleneck. So why … Continue reading
On living in the Suburbs
As I sit here in my underwear, slowly merging into one sweaty unified mess of a creature with the leather sofa, borrowing an unidentified neighbor’s wireless internet, I must admit that there are pros and cons to living in a close-knit … Continue reading
Max Tyson P.I. and the mystery of the Oriental Massage
“Is it a whorehouse?” This is the question I have been asked nearly every day for the past few months, without fail. The reason being, a new business has taken up residence in the mini-mall across the street from my work, in … Continue reading
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Tagged funny, happy ending, humor, middletown, oriental massage, spa, whorehouse
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I am the one who is the person who likes to read the things that are these
You know I like to read, and if you’ve ever actually read any of the stories i’ve written, i’ll bet you can guess as to what exactly I like to read. Yep. Nerdy shit. You would probably like to be … Continue reading
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Tagged Glen Cook, James Lovegrove, Neil Gaiman, Rober Jordan, Roger Zelazny, Terry Goodkind
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I’m sorry
There. I apologized. I said I would give you all a post a week, and a new fictional story every month. This past month, I did not keep that promise. Sue me. (don’t actually sue me…i’m not sure if there … Continue reading
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Tagged apology, cow, fiction, highway, humor, moving, nonfiction, oregon, Story
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