I eagerly await the next volume, Cooking Against Jeffrey, followed by the conclusion of the trilogy, Cooking Jeffrey.

This should have WAY more stars. I wish there was a way to bump comments up so more people could read it.

Aw, kitty! My cat would probably let me get murdered by a ghost while looking mildly inconvenienced.

holy shit

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs…

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

When I was 10 my parents moved us from air force base housing to a split level home they bought rather cheaply. I remember having to stay with my godfather for a few months, because the house was a bit unlivable and needed repairs before we moved in. Every day my sister and I would be stuck in the big empty house…

I’m not a dreamer. I have one or two dreams that I remember in a year, and they fade in a day or two. They’re generally surreal - like having to compete in a motocross to the airport so I can go on a date with Bjork in Amsterdam.