the only other thing i can write right now

In case you were wondering.

many happy returns

His name was Jesse*. I met him in fifth grade. Today is his birthday. And I loved him.

it’s up to you, New York

I often wonder if people are sick of New Yorkers always talking about New York City. Living here makes up such a part of who we are, that "New Yorker" often becomes a personality trait. And why wouldn't it? This city has been hyped for years as this international hub of good cuisine, fine entertainment, … Continue reading it’s up to you, New York →

ready or not, it’s gonna blow

I can't smell the smoke, but I sure can see it. And the fires are not coming from where they say they are.

anchors aweigh

We have to batten down for one final shit-monsoon before we can emerge squeaky clean on the other side.

yeah, fight the system

People are not commodities. We can't just be picked up and thrown out like yesterday's garbage. People have been doing that for centuries, disposing of those they find no longer necessary. Some even go as far as to take their physical life. I say no more. I say we avoid that as much as we … Continue reading yeah, fight the system →

is this your floor

"So what's the over under on Brian?" she asked me in the hallway. "Who?" I asked, nervous about what conversation I was about to have. "Laundrie. Brian Laundrie." "Oh," I said, "I have no idea. I haven't been following it." "Ah," she said back. Then nothing. I thought it was about to be an awkward … Continue reading is this your floor →

guys be like

3AM texts.

inside baseball on the trust network

If you can’t be your own best teammate first, how can you expect anymore players to join your ballclub?

the age of making the grade

I'm thirty-five today. It's okay if you didn't know. It was just a half-day at school.