In the eye of a beholder

Once upon a time, there was a boy named apieceofshit. No middle name. No surname. That’s it — apieceofshit. Everybody called him so and it…

When you’re not invited for lunch but you invite yourself thinking that invitation is such an outdated concept in the 21st century.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named apieceofshit. No middle name. No surname. That’s it — apieceofshit. Everybody called him so and it was difficult to distinguish between those who meant affection and those who meant mo…