No real thoughts tonight, and that’s the point. Spent time at the cafe tonight, and even though I sat with people I knew, I didn’t talk. Said few words. Earbuds and a book. Left early. Sometimes, I just want to exist in the presence of people, and not be expected to stroke their egos. Just once. …
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21 Austin
On a warm and hazy Friday morning, July 28, 2000, I pulled in to Austin in my red ’94 Mitsubishi Mirage with my first carload of possessions, just in time for my first big-city rush hour, with a wild dream but completely bedraggled from the overnight drive. Twenty-one years later, I’m still fuckin’ tired. I’m …
Flapjacks
All I really want out of life is a pair of flapjacks and some Denver scramble in my face.
Dram Amble
If you’ve never taken a walk while intoxicated, I highly recommend it. You have to trust the neighborhood, but only halfway. To make up for your impaired thinking, you have to heighten your senses and be aware of what’s around you. In your hyper-vigilance for dangers in the shadows, you see new things, make observations, …
Unproud
On this, the last day of Pride Month, I find it marginally hypocritical for me to shout “Love Is Love!”, yet I won’t allow myself to have love of any kind. It’s like stealing a menu from a restaurant and then showing everyone the pictures, saying that all food is good food, while letting myself …