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.
Deciding to leave Los Angeles meant figuring out what to do with myself once my last movie wrapped.
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 […]
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 […]
I loved my friend Carolyn’s apartment. Her neighborhood was quiet and tidy, as was her place.
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 […]
Conflict and confrontation make few people comfortable, but they upend me.
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 […]
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 […]
I received a jury summons. Aside from visits to the DMV this marked the first time I’d butted up against government and its processes. Friends recommended various strategies for avoiding jury duty–act […]