Author: Funtime Ben

I have a million things to write. Novels upon novels. There was my birthday on the 26th that I cooly didn’t write about. There was thanksgiving with my parents I missed on writing about. There was the girl on the train this morning with the button that read “It SUCKS to be me.” All this…

It’s Saturday and I’m over at the Brooklyn Library getting some books for the Thanksgiving week (Because there’s only so much of my parents I can take). How great is the Library? I mean, free books!? Free music!? Wait until the RIAA get a load of what these guys have been up to for years.…

The cab was black. One of those Lincoln Continentals that nobody owns, but are purchased by governments to drive dignitaries around. If I had been a more important person, the car might have been decked out with little flags from my home country on the front bumpers to signify that I was special. Someone who,…

I packed my business gear into my green duffle-bag, that looked as inappropriate to it’s contents, as I felt going on the trip. The trip was business, and I felt like an impostor. A fake business man, who might look the part, but secretly wanted to bring down the organization of which I had just…

When I used to smoke, not that long ago, I used to day dream about all the cool things I would do with the new found money I would have if I quit smoking. The logic went a little something like-a-this: * 1 pack of cigs = $7.00 * 5 packs a week = $35.00…