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 →
So I’ve decided to finally say fuck it to new york winters and run off to Miami to bartend for about three months. If you know anyone at all who may be looking for a roommate for three months who… Continue Reading →
“Sitting in a pool of your own piss, with underwear and a big fat lazy gun.” You know, it’s funny how much little girls can really get under my skin. Not necessarily little in stature, but in the sense of… Continue Reading →
There’s that whole idea that we have to spend our birthdays every year in a perpetual state of contemplation; judging the past year for our accomplishments, mistakes, and the justification that we have survived another year. For me this birthday… Continue Reading →
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