The art of appreciation.

Being a hater is boring.

The Sunday Dreads Vol.

I am — at my core — a hater.

I know what I don’t like, and I know it quickly. A few things that make my hackles go up:

• The song Hotel California. I will pry open the doors of an elevator to escape from any interpretation of this song.

• People who leave their shopping carts in the middle of a parking lot when they’re perfectly capable…