You were the gentleman who got on the elevator in the medical building in Newport Beach a couple of weeks ago with the bandage on his face. You... More >>

I was behind you in the checkout line at the grocery store. In a loud, authoritative voice, you were describing the plot to a movie you had just... More >>

I was walking back to my car after eating lunch at Wahoo’s. You were the freakish blond woman with head-to-toe augmentation (fake breasts,... More >>

You’re the clean-freak customer who walked into my Chipotle on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I’m the burrista you verbally abused when... More >>

I was among the applicants taking the Census test at the Long Beach Goodwill on PCH. It was a 30-minute, 28-question test, featuring things like... More >>

After a night of emotionally draining personal tragedy, I walk out my front door to let my dog poop while I smoke a cigarette, and what do I have... More >>

Granted, I was walking in the Long Beach bike lane, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to play bike-path police/vigilante and assault... More >>

Last night, I stopped a 16-year-old girl in the parking lot of Albertsons in Huntington Beach because she was wearing an Obama T-shirt with... More >>

Talk about instant karma: I was driving to work, waiting for the light to turn green. It did, but as I let go of the brakes, I had to slam on... More >>