David Sarton

It snow.

This stuff is surprisingly tasty. High recommend if you want a veggie-friendly thanksgiving.

Just a reminder, in case any Chattanoogans who are on this app want something to do tonight!

“Why I’m Late,” a brief photo essay by D. M. Sarton.

I had to put my cat Seven down this morning. Be sure to give your pets extra hugs today, because you never know when the last time will be.

Let’s see if this serves as a good promo space: check me out this Sunday at Cherry Street Tavern! I’m gonna be telling jokes!

I am the follower now, sucka!

“I’m Going to be Late,” a photo by D. M. Sarton, aided by performance artist Simba

Tiny blep.

“Me and Susie had… feet… crocodile… was out of sight.” Elton John, “Crocodile Rock”

Mark is not very smart. He is, however, babby.

A piece of advice for any future open mic’ers among you: don’t get wasted/high before you perform. Loooots of awkward sets tonight.

I’m a man in his 40’s who is considering going to JJ’s Bohemia. On a weeknight.

Part of me likes having a word limit. It helps me to condense my thoughts to their core.

It’s great for writing punchy jokes.

Then again, me also am words.

Took a left turn at Threads, ended up here.