I live in Hoboken.
I work in NYC.
I am scared of clowns.
I have a cat named Mr. Jack.
If you feel so inclined, you may email me at krisgleim (at) gmail (dot) com.
"Old people are gross, now matter how cute they try to make them look on Desperate Housewives. Go ahead, switch over to ABC for 5 seconds, I’ll wait. I’ll wait 5 seconds…Oh my god, did you see, did you see how old and ugly they are? Oh my god that red head looks like someone pulled silly putty over their knee!"
"Also - Centers for Disease Control: you sent the vaccine to Wall Street before schools and hopsitals? Really? Were you worried that the swine flu might spread to the Hamptons and St. Barts? These are the least contagious people in the world - they don’t even touch their own car door handles!"
When I discovered that my graduation gift was a bible, I was furious.
“I asked for a gun, not a fucking Bible!” I screamed at my dad.
“But…”
“But nothing! Get out of here! I never want to see you again.”
My dad and I never spoke again after that. As for the bible, I just assumed it was long gone until I saw it again, years later, at my father’s funeral. It was tucked away on the shelf under my parent’s television and when I picked it up to thumb through it, a check fell out and floated to the floor. The amount? More than enough for the gun I had wanted.
Suddenly, I felt like a fool. “How many other stupid books had I forgotten to check for money?”