Monthly Archives: September 2016

I could never understand why you called them cowards. Of all the words to be chosen with the entirety of all of our bastard tongue and every inch of anger we had at our disposal why question their bravery? They … Continue reading →

I wanted to say something profound about 9/11 on 9/11 but I didn’t have any ideas. I was nowhere near the towers when they fell. I knew of no one who would likely have been there. I was home alone … Continue reading →

It is so very difficult to listen to your interviews these days. Knowing who you were what you believed when you were young and naive and had every reason to be humble, and then hearing the silly things you say … Continue reading →

For a little while I hated you with the fire of three dozen suns. I’m a little more philosophic about it now. You probably just couldn’t help being a fucking douche. You couldn’t have known how much I’d looked forward … Continue reading →

Now, I’m not the world’s most insightful man but I’ve been getting the sense you’ve been trying to tell me something: something big something important something life-changing. I don’t know what it is but I think you’ve been laying hints, … Continue reading →

I was walking around downtown with your sister who was pretty cute but not near as cute as you and she asked about you which was strange because you guys live together and had just shared lunch earlier and she … Continue reading →

She wears a tattoo that reads “live fast” but she sits so still, quietly attentive to each and every performer presenting before her. She seems to like them all and I hope to catch her mascara’d eye when it’s my … Continue reading →

I came across a picture recently and saw you for the first time in forever. You looked good – you always do – but seeing you again made me realize just how much I miss your voice. The way you … Continue reading →

I wonder, sometimes, what it might have been like, growing up then and there. Did he play run and hide or horseshoes or any other sorts of streetcorner games? What kind of friends did he make while young and having … Continue reading →

(Dick and Margarita) He died on her birthday which was not the sort of surprise she was looking for. Earlier that day he had thrown her a party which WAS a surprise – particularly as it followed a fight he … Continue reading →