A problem with going out of town for a few days is that when I come back, I’ve been on a journey and none of my friends are any the wiser. It’s like Bilbo taking his trip and returning to the shire; life went on in his absence, and still goes on, with no regard …
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Shoreline
Coffee shop life. I like the drink, but I like the company. Rather, I like the hope of company. What is delivered instead is an ocean of unknown faces and a beachhead of granite; the bulk and masses and swells — a tide of people who I could know but never will know — as …
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Recently, I made the judgment call to walk away from a group of people. These are otherwise decent folk, but I realized two weeks ago that I am not of their kind. After some time of sitting with them at the cafe, making smalltalk and trying to get involved, it became painfully apparent to me …
Two-Thousand and Ten Answers, But No Solution
I have the singular ability to embarrass myself, which is convenient because it saves you the effort. The way I beat you to the punch by deprecating myself, I consider that a service I excel at. Like mama always said, if you can’t say anything good, say it about yourself, because for every finger you …
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My Friend, the Devil
In high school, I ran with a group of guys who, in retrospect, I call “The Four Horsemen”. Greg, Steve, Doug, and I, with our gaggle of girlfriends and anciliary characters. Doug was the last of us to join our group, with me the third. I met Greg in bowling class, and Steve through his …