In 2007, a much younger me sits silently, perched on a black-lacquered stool in an awkward pose. His legs extend upward towards his chest, because, yo...
I've written this same piece more than a few times. A couple versions existed in my head when I have had the great privilege of an hour car ride all b...
Right now, at midnight, I have two shots of gin in me, and I'm listening to Hemingway's "Pretend to Care" for the first time. There's some grunge in t...
