You can’t show weakness in front of your brother. You just can’t. Sibling rivalry never ends. Ever. You must always win. And then text everyone in the family telling them about your win. MojoFiction: “Look, Mom, I finished my pizza first.” Mom: “You’re 40.” MojoFiction: “…What’s your point?” Mom: “Stop texting me. And when are... Continue Reading →
We gave the staff here at MojoFiction an informal poll in an effort to find out why we keep doing these things to ourselves. The only answer we could come up with was some kind of pre-midlife crisis (we’re not 40 yet…). Here was the pole question: Why does MojoFiction keep doing this to himself?... Continue Reading →
So there was MojoFiction at 10:15am EST on Saturday morning, east of Indianapolis, in a park called Haspin Acres. The weather was cool enough that we could see our breath. We wore shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, just to rub it into nature’s face that we didn’t care about the temperature. Our comrades-in-race opted for... Continue Reading →
We here at MojoFiction thought it would be brilliant to run in a Spartan Race this weekend. There are several different levels of Spartan races, this one being a Spartan Sprint. How four miles is a sprint, we’re not sure. But it’s on the other side of Indianapolis so apparently there’s also a car sprint... Continue Reading →
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