
One day, his young son asked him, “Dad, what’s it like living at the airport?” His son actually thought his father live at the airport. This makes me wonder, is his son a moron?
My name is Ben. I live in L.A. I work in advertising. I have a wife, Jill, and a daughter, Dani.
This blog is a formless experiment of blurbs, essays, photos, and fiction. Most are mine, but sometimes my pals chime in. I have pals.
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