The Cat Wagon

A Soft, Wet, Pulpy Mass

Jun 4th, 2007 | By Shabaas | Category: The Cat Wagon

So, my special lady (which I say with all the fervor of a stank, dance-fighting greaser with a 4th grade sensibility but the know-how to build a chopper - with my alcoholic father who smells like Tom Waits’ voice sounds - that will take me as far as Flagstaff, where I subsequently find myself, get [...]



Serta-fied

Oct 25th, 2006 | By Shabaas | Category: The Cat Wagon

Once upon a time, I had a queen-sized bed. It belies my current sleeping arrangement. I was the only “only child” I knew who had a bunk bed with an imaginary spaceship captain named Lobo occupying the lower bunk. I had a twin in college - which is deceiving because the word “twin” leads you [...]



Reason and the Bouncing Ball

Sep 26th, 2006 | By Shabaas | Category: The Cat Wagon

Written by a retainer, who not only failed to engage in battle but was also the guy you’d hang out with to make yourself look better by comparison (like Boner from Growing Pains or the kid in your 7th grade English class who smelled like croutons and Civil War photography), Hagakure: The Book of the [...]