Category 2000-2011

I often have been accused of taking shit too personally, which I do a lot of the time. Some of it has to do with taking the stance of supporting the underdog, with the exception of the Red Sox, of… Continue Reading →

You know the spaces I am talking about, the spaces in time, filled with silence, when you say something that seems to fit sooo right, but appears to be all wrong in definition. I’m not talking about trying to assuage… Continue Reading →

I think it might be less about the cold and more about a combination of air pressure changes, which directly influence the flow of my blood. All I know is I woke up all dramatic yesterday in tears. I took… Continue Reading →

SOmetimes I think this happens to a lot of people, and other times I think I am a massive freak. Lately I have been very uncomfortable in my own skin, wanting to shed it, become someone else. This is probably… Continue Reading →

A question of direction. SO my leg is bunk. Just doesn’t work so well in the winter months, when the blood has to work harder to get anywhere. Gravity certainly doesn’t seem to help, and as a result I get… Continue Reading →

The following is what is being read today in a couple hours at Kelley’s funeral by her mother from me. I really wanted people to get a chance to see her writing and how powerful our exchanges were. When I… Continue Reading →

This is the little girl whose future I am trying to help. Every little bit counts.

In preparation for Miami and my imminent leave from Crunch: I swear to god if anyone in my career path ever had as much basic smartass talent in articulating as I have, I would never be able to keep a… Continue Reading →

I know I tend to trash bme sometimes, for it’s lack of integrity with some of the members here, but there are a few people who, for me, have always remained tried and true friends. Kelley and I met through… Continue Reading →

My friend Kelley (Valkyrie) passed yesterday morning. I am trying to make sense of anything right now and cannot really fathom why one of my best friends would be ripped away at 27 years of age. When I called her… Continue Reading →