Category Archives: Maxx

Maxx: This is my box. I like my box. It’s gray and cozy and did I mention it’s gray? Gray is good. Everything good has gray in it. Gray’s the new black, I hear and I couldn’t agree more with … Continue reading →

The boy is a curious one, that Maxx is. Why, in his younger days there wasn’t a damp bag to be found that he couldn’t work his way out of. It got so he’d only have to glare a bit … Continue reading →

“Maxx, I see you.” “Ooof ooow meo.” Translation: “No you don’t.” “I assure you that I do.” “Mep moewow ep ooew ew eow.” Translation: “Only because my eyes are open.”