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Justin Johnson over at Phase Two Media immortalized one of my tweets. Me: Can I get a grilled chicken salad? SonicDriveThru: Sorry sir, we no longer have salads. Me: Wait, like, forever? SDT: We’re over salad.

Justin Johnson over at Phase Two Media immortalized one of my tweets.

Me: Can I get a grilled chicken salad? SonicDriveThru: Sorry sir, we no longer have salads. Me: Wait, like, forever? SDT: We’re over salad.

7 November 2011 · Comments

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“You are a productive and reasonable man, and in the end completely self-interested. It’s strength.  We are different, unsentimental about all the people who depend on our hard work.” - Mad Men

“You are a productive and reasonable man, and in the end completely self-interested. It’s strength.  We are different, unsentimental about all the people who depend on our hard work.” - Mad Men

23 August 2011 · Comments

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Thanks to my friend Federico Garay, the United States Postal Service and a inside joke that has been going for more than 13 years, I am now the proud owner of a Starhill Pony! Yes!

Thanks to my friend Federico Garay, the United States Postal Service and a inside joke that has been going for more than 13 years, I am now the proud owner of a Starhill Pony! Yes!

1 August 2011 · Comments

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I’m in love with this movie!

I’m in love with this movie!

24 July 2011 · Comments

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Black-red, popcrunchsplat on molars, as sweet and as bitter as firsts with Jenny N., under slides at recess, between bunk beds, in the darkness of the backseat on long car rides home, when we rolled our tongues over firm flesh, lips pursed on the word “push”, gentle bites and plucks of stems, we bumped teeth at her brother’s sleepover, we fumbled in the back of movie theaters, cola spilling over floors not as sticky as our hands, our jaws tightening around gulps of spit and air. 

Black-red, popcrunchsplat on molars, as sweet and as bitter as firsts with Jenny N., under slides at recess, between bunk beds, in the darkness of the backseat on long car rides home, when we rolled our tongues over firm flesh, lips pursed on the word “push”, gentle bites and plucks of stems, we bumped teeth at her brother’s sleepover, we fumbled in the back of movie theaters, cola spilling over floors not as sticky as our hands, our jaws tightening around gulps of spit and air. 

18 July 2011 · Comments

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My name is Donald Quist. I'm trying to become a better writer and human being. I work as a Public Information Officer in Hartsville and I own a restaurant called Bow Thai Kitchen. About my work: I look for hope in the hopelessness. I have a predilection for expletives, moral dilemmas, ellipses, obscure pop-culture references and parenthetical statements. My collection of short stories is now available online and in a few independent bookstores. You can buy it on Amazon or by clicking that yellow button below.

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