“You are shit. Everybody knows it,” he said to her with the two boys hovering around his knees. “I don’t see how you can talk to me like that. I’ve stayed with you all this time,” she responded through tears. “That’s just your problem, you’re too weak to do anything on your own.” The boys …
Twenty-two hours he had traveled to get there. You’d think his hair would be messy but it seemed to always look like he had just been prepped for a Ralph Lauren ad. He made his way around the corner an through the courtyard, carrying just his beat brown leather duffel. He saw the front door, …
In 20 years I will be 36 years old. It’s not certain how they tried me as an adult, probably because I composed myself so well in court and have a reasonably advanced vocabulary for any human, let alone a teenager. I just think that if someone is a bad person that you should be …
“When a man puts shit in your face, what are you gonna do but smell it?” Robert said to him. Pops was never very good at using expressions like this at the right time. “I told ya, my back hurts,” Jim responded. Jim wasn’t the smartest either but the son of a bitch could drink. …
Every year we make this walk. To renew our faith. Our commitment to the practice. Every year 100 of us walk up this mountain, our feet never stepping out of the white line. It’s always hot, we always sweat. But there is nothing at the top worth desiring, so the sweat doesn’t matter. It’s been …
I’ve never read Kurt Vonnegut before tonight. It was by chance that I read him at all. I try to avoid reading things written about the things I like to write about because of the chance that they’ll have said it better than I could and all my efforts will mean nothing. After 54 pages …
I keep recounting the entries on my blog hoping today turned out to be 30. But somehow it’s 29. Wtf you guys? I want it to be 30 so badly. I’m tired of having to do this every day. I’ll be honest, it’s not that big of a deal. It takes me 8 minutes to …
alright peckers. at some point you’ve been in a relationship for so long you’re just praying your partner gets hit by a bus. we’ve arrived at that moment. not sure how many days we have left, i’ll have to ask a person i now trust more than most even though i don’t officially officially know …
*photo from wired.com Perhaps past generations will read this and find me nothing but spoiled and asshole-ish. The conversation I have been having most often with my friends focuses on another doozy – why do we get sick of everything? It’s become an art form – The Art of Quitting at Everything. I’ve wondered forever …
How many times? I really just want to know one thing: If I know what it takes to make myself happy and feel accomplished, why do I try to talk myself out of it every day? I talked to my brother this morning. We are different in so many ways but at the core we …
