Where’d my “get up and go” go?

7 May, 2017
Rat Fink

I’m supposed to go to the band concert this afternoon. Honestly and truly, I can’t pull the trigger. I can’t get out of my jammies. I have no will power. I’m a useless blob. Call me Jabba the Hutt. I …

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Just the facts.

6 May, 2017
Rat Fink

Greetings, my long-lost fiends. Looks like we all will survive another school year in Paradise. It’s been a tuffy for your old pal Rat Fink. However, even anĀ annus horribilis can have its sunny points, and this one most certainly did. …

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What happened to March?

7 April, 2017
Rat Fink

It kind of just flew out the window, I think. I didn’t even get to comment on the bizarre weather the last two months. Last time I wrote to you, I was celebrating my ninth birthday here at RtB, back …

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Hey, I’m nine.

26 February, 2017
Rat Fink

Would ya look at that. Who knew? In February of 2008, I thought it’d be a good idea for me to flex my creaky writing muscles and get some regular practice at what was, at that time, the hottest form …

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I’m afraid

26 January, 2017
Rat Fink

…to go into my garage. Yesterday morning, while tooling along at around 55-60 MPH on the dark, country road that is my daily commute, a raccoon ran out into my path. Like, we met inches away. There was no stopping …

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