Happy Herbach

You see that?  That’s because fat assed ill boy slept for a moment then hit the running track anyway, and hard and fast, and now he is not ill, but Happy Herbach.  Let us not forget the healing powers of exercise.  Let us also not forget personal responsibility.  That starts at home.  With your own self.  Today, for the first time in years, Herbach smiles in the mirror, for he is proud.

 

Try To Remember Smile

Try To Remember Smile

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I am…

Geoff Herbach. I am the author of Stupid Fast and Nothing Special, among a bunch of other stuff. When I'm not writing, I teach writing at Minnesota State, Mankato.

Stupid Fast

Nothing Special

I’m With Stupid

Fat Boy (Gabe Johnson Takes Over)

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Herbach's favorite store

My Bizzle

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