Fakebook Read Online Free PDF Page B

BUST Magazine, facing my table full of nonsense. I leaned up against the Cake Shop’s large storefront window, sandwiched between the door and a freestanding ATM.
    â€œHey, Dad.”
    â€œIs this a bad time?”
    â€œNah…just blowing my shot with a girl Mom wouldn’t approve of. What’s up?”
    â€œSo I’m delivering you meatballs every night?”
    Dave Cicirelli
My dad found me, and he’s not happy. “Get in the car, get in the car!” haha. Sorry Ralph. Gotta see this through.
    Ps. Thanks for bringing me meatballs from mom.

    Like · Comment · Share
    Matt Riggio I’m going to really look forward to these updates. This is great. Makes me want to do it too.
    14 minutes ago · Like
    Joe Moscone Those meatballs likely have a high bartering value with street people. You can probably score a lightly urine-stained bed cushion for two or three.
    less than a minute ago via mobile · Like
    Dave Cicirelli I know you’re just being an ass but I’d kill for a mattress.
    just now via mobile · Like
    I started to laugh uncontrollably. When I turned around to check on my stuff, I saw the raised eyebrow of the girl watching my stuff. I responded with a poorly advised wink and faced forward again.
    â€œIt’s all right that I used your picture, right?” I asked my dad.
    â€œYeah, it’s fine. I’m too old to get Facebook…but if you’re going to involve me, I want you to stop rejecting my friend requests.”
    â€œDad, we’ve been over this. It’s like you used to tell me, ‘I’m your father, not your friend.’”
    â€œHey, Phil!” Ralph screamed to my mother, Phyllis. “Your son is using my words against me!” Judging by the time (7:45 p.m. on a Thursday), she was almost definitely in the family room in her pajamas, watching Wheel of Fortune with a cup of decaffeinated tea. Judging by the yell, my dad was upstairs on the family computer, forwarding jokes written in multicolored Comic Sans font. If you’d read the thread of forwarded addresses, you’d have found your 1998 AOL account.
    But I was actually touched that he wanted to be involved, and saw potential in adding a family dynamic to a story all about flaking out on responsibilities. After all, the antagonism of my coworker Joe and company had already turned into a perfect improv theater built around each new post.
    Dave Cicirelli
Today is crazy crazy windy. It’s as if the power of my Sicilian mother knows no bounds and she’s commanding nature to send me home.
    On that note, Taco Bell was a horrible choice for lunch and I’m 7 miles to the next rest stop/exit…
    Not loving my options here…
    Like · Comment
    Terrance J Riley it’s still crazy windy!!!
    6 minutes ago · Like
    Deana Rubin never mess with the sicilian mama
    6 minutes ago via mobile · Like
    Joe Moscone Maybe you should’ve checked out the AccuWeather forecast before hitting the streets.
    3 minutes ago via mobile · Like
    Dave Cicirelli Give me a break, Joe. This isn’t easy. Did you know it’s illegal to set up a tent outside a highway exit? Well, I found that out last night. Did you know that if you don’t have it staked into the ground really well, and it’s windy out, it collapses on you, and you’re stuck trying to escape your own tent, completely blind and terrified that you’ve wandered into an intersection? Show a little empathy.
    less than a minute ago via mobile · Like
    Joe Moscone That attitude will get you nowhere.
    less than a minute ago via mobile · Like
    Dave Cicirelli That attitude liberated me. I’m a citizen of the road now. I live for the possibilities that await me around the next bend…which aren’t rest stops often enough.
    just now via mobile · Like
    It was one thing to have my friends stir up trouble, but my father? The opportunity was too good to refuse. And fortunately, I