The Felicia Files

It was half-past six and before Dan Bassuk bounted for the door, he had a quick glance at the living room mirror. His reflection was staring back at him, in awe of his uniform, but it noticed his bowtie was slightly tilted. As he tightened his bowtie and fitted his black broadcloth coat, he practiced reciting the last two sentences of the Gettysburg Address from his notepad filled with revisions, ...

Stranded in a nameless maze of gaudy billboard signs and takoyaki street vendors was I, standing in awe, anesthetized from underestimating the sheer brilliance of Tokyo’s Akihabara. However, within all the madness, a dainty hand with a flyer within its grasp caught my eye. Instead of killing the cat, curiosity led me into a terrain locked away from the bustling otaku capital into Japan’s hidden fe...

The familiar yet monotone symphony composed of a heaved sigh orchestrated to the tune of the keyboard’s ticking jingle numbs its audience. Fleeing to unwind from your spoiled Boss, Mr. Narcissist, with the help of an exclusive Bathroom break, this sadistic routine is enough to achieve pity in the hearts of the austere.  After hours of liaising with suppliers and sending out invoices, the odyssey...

Go to any nearest supermarket, take a sharp right turn to the dairy aisle, and there you’ll find the ordinary. Perhaps it’s traditional low fat cottage cheese, or pre-boiled eggs; however, voyage further past the I can’t believe it’s not butter and Amaretto 64 oz coffee mate creamer, and you’ll find it in all of its glory, the prioritized staple you labeled with DON’T FORGET in parenth...