He’s Not Handicapped. He’s Just Different: Dean Zimmer, The Borderline Sociopathic Boy

He’s Not Handicapped. He’s Just Different: Dean Zimmer, The Borderline Sociopathic Boy


You could freak out because your phone runs out of charge while you’re texting. You could pop another Xanax because you got passed over for a promotion, even though you slacked every day at work and you know it. You could ride your bicycle, but it’s over 72 degrees. Too hot. You could circle the parking lot over and over until a space opens up out front –of the gym. You could let the call go to voicemail because you know it’s your best friend calling, and he’s moving today and he lives in a third-floor walkup.

You could, or you could be like Dean Zimmer.

Pretty Much What The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boy’s Home Office Looks Like

Pretty Much What The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boy’s Home Office Looks Like


Ah, the cubicle farm. It’s a signpost of civilization. Let the barbarians work outside where the sun shines brighter than 20 pound, 92 brightness copier paper. Three carpeted walls, a plastic drip tray under a roll-around chair, and an endless supply of coffee from a carafe that’s never been washed  is all the thinking person needs. 

That, and motivation. 

What The World Needs Now, Is Love, Sweet Love

What The World Needs Now, Is Love, Sweet Love


I do believe these Mormon missionaries got racially profiled. But they took it in stride, I’d say. Open up your hearts — and a lane to the hole on the give and go — and others will, too. I also noticed that the definition of the “missionary position” has apparently been changed to include hanging on the rim.