Good At It.

Good At It.

Most of my life I wasn’t very good at anything. I wasn’t exactly awful at everything either, except maybe left handed layups, but I didn’t really excel at anything other than running my mouth. Skating by year after year, mediocre was … Continue reading

This Old New House.

I woke up around nine on Thanksgiving morning and, but for the clink clink clink of the fan and my dog licking her butt, the house was painfully silent. Nothing was as it should be. I made myself a cup of coffee, grabbed my … Continue reading

Dating When You’re Almost Dead.

College. Sigh. When dating was simple, because we were wasted and didn’t care about stupid adult stuff. With all the time in the world, it wasn’t a big deal to spend a few months making out with a frat guy who collects beer … Continue reading