​​​​​​Because humor is funnier when you know it's true.

Telemarketing tunes (continued)


“Oh no!” Sam held the note a bit longer than I did. A beautiful moment really.

We finished the rest of MacArthur Park. Yellow cotton dress…Old men playing checkers. You know the song.

I didn’t buy into his sketchy cell phone company’s two-year deal. He figured as much. We were past that now. But I did invite him to call me back anytime with his play list. We’re buds now and on a slow night in Shanghai I’m always available to sing the blues.

-Rod Bartchy

After years in hazardous waste disposal, Rod tried to manage other people’s money but found it equally toxic.  He then survived 5 years with the IRS, but recovered most of his sanity in a Tibetan ashram. Rod is now ready to reveal the shocking inside stories of America’s largest collection agency.  Rod lives in Chestnut Hill where he plays way too much Scrabble when not writing.  You can follow Rod on his Facebook page.