Flying to New York City today. I’m forgetting something. Underwear, driver’s license, charging cord, power tools. Toothbrush and soap. Debit card, credit card, cash, money orders. Cyanide pills in case of capture. Some QR code that allows me to use the urinals. Need the right…
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New café opened last week. Stripped down design, black and white color scheme. An old mechanic's garage next to a busy bike trail in the middle of a hip…
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I wrote the main body of this piece four years ago, on my 32nd birthday. The present comments are italicized. -- Thanks for reading Middle American…
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Drank too much at work last night. Shots of tequila with the bartenders and servers. Beers in the back. Ducking away from the floor to chug pisswater in…
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Worked last night at the restaurant. Today I’m waiting on a text from Larry the carpenter. I’m going into his studio to tear down the ceiling, rip down…
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In keeping with my history of prudent economic decisions, I spent the greater part of my first paycheck in a month on a plane ticket to New York City…
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Driving down washington st. Four grimy lanes bordered by strip malls and government assisted housing. Crackwhores withering in the sun. Men with shifty…
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Now that I’m not opening a café, my mornings start slowly. Not stumbling out the door at 5 with crust in my eyes. A fantasy life, impossible to…
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