As 2020 ended, as 2021 shone with promise, there was so much to hope for. Regained dignity for America, a life where everyone could once again move freely, could smile and touch, could breathe without fear.
by Monkey's Dad December 31, 2020

His endorphins surging, what he saw in the mirror after his daily devotion to the ellipticals, free weights, rowers and treadmills lulled him into a gymgnostic state of belief in his own divinity.
by Monkey's Dad March 06, 2020

She tried to remember her last truly peaceful day. They used to be common, but ever since... she hated to even say his name... took office, it had been an endless stream of crisis, turmoil, instability, and now this, the world seeming to collapse.
by Monkey's Dad March 30, 2020

She stared numbly through the rain hitting her windshield, wondering if she were dreaming. There it really was, on the car in front of her, the truth of her life this year, the truth of everyone's life. 2020WTF.
by Monkey's Dad December 05, 2020

She awoke on November 1, 2020, eight months into Covid world, four years in the Trumpian alternative universe, and found herself trying to name the daze of the week, wondering how many of them until November 3, 2020, when something or nothing might change, maybe a few months or hours, who could say, and was reminded that she was back on Standard Time. It sounded so nice. She was sure it used to mean something...
by Monkey's Dad November 01, 2020

Imagining the empty stadium, the canceled opening game, he heard the Scar Spangled Banner, sung in a silent voice.
by Monkey's Dad March 25, 2020

Addicted to her beauty, she was either taking selfies or looking for any reflecting surface, needing the I candy.
by Monkey's Dad March 11, 2020
