It Happened at the Schoolyard


He used to talk to pigeons. He would crack his first smile at lunchtime when they would greet him on the…
Well. THANK you for writing this, Todd.
They should push away from their keyboards and give up. Give up. Talking of fucking giving up, I was about to pull the plug myself until I read this piece of yours so THANKS Todd. I really mean it. But the thing about me is I mean everything I say. And that’s what I’m worried about.
I truly believe this particular issue is about bullying/trolling, not plagiarism. What the troll did was absolutely wrong, but I don’t think “plagiarism” accurately describes his offense. If you’re looking at it from a purely fair-use perspective, there’s nothing actionable there.
I have no doubt it is true!
My Max was named Brent…and yes, I still remember his last name but unlike you, I’m too afraid he’ll find me again if I write it;)!
I delighted in my walks home from school as I sought treasure. They were peaceful. And I’d collect cats. Daily. At least until I became…