My time in the military was brief, but at the risk of sounding vainglorious, during that period I was perhaps the most important individual in our great nation’s security mechanism.
Waiting for the Wind to Blow Me Away
17 Butterflies
While filing albums a couple of nights ago, I found a greeting card. It was stuck in a box of pens, computer cables, record cleaner, more pens, and a few pocket notebooks.
251. The Love You Take Is Equal to the Love You Make
Deciding to leave Los Angeles meant figuring out what to do with myself once my last movie wrapped.
250. All the Greenery Is Comin’ Down, Boy
I left Upstate South Carolina at age 18. In the seven years that followed I went to art school, managed a record store, fell in love, got a dog, dropped out of […]
249. Scratch the Ice Let the Telephone Ring
Int., Su Casa Apartment #207, Night: Peter Gabriel’s Passion on the stereo. I walk to the kitchen and grab a knife from the silverware drawer. It is cheap and dull. I carve […]
248. Now That the Smoke’s Gone and the Air is Clear
I loved my friend Carolyn’s apartment. Her neighborhood was quiet and tidy, as was her place.
247. Dope Run
I’m still struggling to get my legs back under me. I drafted an essay on the nature of grief to fill this space, but nobody wants to read that shit. I spent […]
246. Insomnia
Conflict and confrontation make few people comfortable, but they upend me.
245. The Girl Who Jumped Into the River
In the dream, I’m walking in the woods with a young girl. We come to a rapidly flowing river. The girl jumps in and immediately disappears beneath the surface. There’s nothing I […]
244. Into the Deep End
My uncle died last week. Gone. Kaput. No more of this Earth. Dying is a popular trend at the moment: David Bowie, Glenn Frey, my uncle. All the cool kids are doing […]
