“It smells, you know that.” The man, not known for his oratorical skills, took a deep breath through his nose and grunted in the affirmative. He couldn’t shake his head because it was held fast […]
Overheard at the Ruby Tuesday's at the Airport: "I trust him and you know how hard it is for me trust people."
It smells a little. All right, it smells a lot. Cold, day-old Chinese food has that quality about it at 7:30 in the morning.
I don’t know if you remember, little brother. Obviously, you’re dead, so remembering things isn’t in your wheel house, but if you weren’t dead, you’d recall.
It helps, I think, that I’m a little on the chunky side. Don’t get upset. I know I’m chunky. I’m not upset about it, so you shouldn’t be either. And, honestly, it helps me. I’m […]
This is what it looks like to fall apart. It’s not necessarily messy. There isn’t a drunken break down in front of the family around the dinner table. It’s a slow inexorable disintegration, not of […]
All blue. Woke up this morning. Put on my blue shirt, my blue pants, my blue fleece, my blue shoes.
It’s too many bags to take on the train, I know, but I’ve got three that I carry with me…every other weekend. The damn tan duffel that I stole from my Dad, my work bag […]