Monthly Archives: February 2018

After the apocalypse being banned from the 23rd Street Library won’t seem like such a big deal. After the apocalypse the fact that I never got around to throwing out my old LPs will turn out to be a good … Continue reading →

Adults are awful. Adults are, like, the third worst kind of people out there behind murderers and girls who save seats without putting anything on the seats to let you know that they saved them in the first place. Adults … Continue reading →

The brownstone down the block is gone. It’s just gone. Last time I looked it was an abandoned structure, sure, but now it’s gone. Totally gone – probably irrevocably so. How’d I miss it? I’m home a lot. Mightn’t I … Continue reading →

Do not start this conversation now here with so little quiet and so many witnesses. There is very little chance the conversation will be controlled just as you hope. What you ask is incendiary and I have been ready to … Continue reading →

You didn’t ask but still I believe I will offer my insight regarding the state of your situation and what you can do to fix your frigging life. Know your history. Know the ins and outs of your family and … Continue reading →

Hey, condescending guy: You. Yes, you! How many other guys around here do you think are quite so condescending as you? Well, trust me, if you do think about it, I’m sure you’ll find that in terms of talking down, … Continue reading →

You fucking coward. When you had a chance to beard the cage of the lion, the home of the very enemy you claimed for yourself long enough ago that its name had become your mantra, you opted to dodge it. … Continue reading →

In daylight hours we sat at home glued to the TV when we could have been out exploring the world we barely knew. We might have met people discovered lost treasures of prior generations practiced our storytelling but we treasured … Continue reading →

She did this song where the chorus goes Pushing dirty water on the bleachers of love and afterwards I asked Beaches of love? and she said Bleachers of love and I said I don’t know what that means and she … Continue reading →

Looking back at the pictures of your mom while we were growing up I guess I’m struck by how frigging hot she was. Hair, legs, bosom, smile… your mom had the whole package way back when. I never knew. How … Continue reading →