Kyle St. John

     “Boy, Michael, I’m going to kill you. You pick up that damn phone right now….”

It even looks bad in print, huh? Well, here’s the scenario. I’m at the health club, working out. My son is home doing the usual nightly video game convention with his other online mass marauders.(My, how the world has changed.) [more...]

     There once was a wild duck who traversed the Canadian flyway every winter. Every season, on his way, he looked down on a Muscovy duck farm and noticed that the ducks there were chattering away, large, well-fed, and basically without struggle. Every season without fail he would sense the small projectiles whizzing by his [more...]

     Funny, huh. Well, not really. It’s an age old dilemna about who’s really hip, cool, sick, rad, gnarly, etc. (and every other word for being someone to look up to) that we are exposed to. Every family, every town, every nation has ‘em. The “visibles”: the ones who for all their feigned efforts towards [more...]