There are days he doesn’t close his front door, mostly Saturday mornings. I find the door ajar. At 10a.m light floods the living room, light from the gigantic full-length windows across the room. There are no curtains. He has …
Pulmonary Hypertension is a little bastard that sneaked into my mom’s heart and ravaged her. It wasted away her flesh, tore apart her heart, broke her lungs and turned her into a shell. But even though the little bastard …
Even though we trash Facebook, even though we call it the whorehouse of vanity, we refuse to leave it. We stay in there because inherently we are nosy; inherently we want to a part of other people’s lives. We …
We spend a great deal of our adult lives chasing down other people’s daughters. We promise them the world when we haven’t understood the world ourselves. We tell them we love them when all we really would love is …
I have a few rubbish rules that serve no greater purpose in the grand scheme of things rather than help me steer my manhood to a greater, and more elusive, harbor. For instance, I don’t meet guys for coffee. …
I swear I don’t miss her. I don’t. I don’t think about her. Her memories have but peeled off the walls of my mind. I haven’t thought about her in the longest time. I don’t wonder what happened to …
