Though No One Had Been Buried Here

Don’t Stereotype, Jenks. Hapa Is An Equal-opportunity Hate Group,” I Said.

Being Poor Is Not An Indication Of Potential Or Worth. It’s A Lack Of Resources.

People Ask Me What I Do In My Spare Time, And I Look At Them Blankly, Truly Believing That I Don't Even Have Spare Time, And If I Did, I'd Probably Use It For Something Mundane, Like Chipping Away At The Mound Of Laundry Rising To Dangerous Proportions In The Back Room.

You Can Trust Me To Keep My Word. I Always Keep My Word, Promises Or Threats.

Hapa Was Like Mint. You Could Rip It Up, And Six Months Later, It Was Back, Healthier Than Ever. Mint Smelled Better, Though, And You Could Make Juleps Out Of It. I Don’t Know What I Could Make Out Of Hapa. Compost, Maybe.