It is July 25, 2020. I have now been in Austin, TX for 20 years. I still question my decisions. It’s weird to remember back when I was this young, hopeful dude. Had a dotcom job waiting on me as I packed up 1/3 of my belongings in my ’94 Mitsubishi Mirage, waved to my …
Tag Archives: Texarkana
Tunnels
In high school — a much gentler time — in the sighing hour after school let out, when I was supposed to be walking home to my nervous mother, I would sometimes dawdle around campus, haunting the hallways without need of a hall pass, breathing in the open-air spaces between buildings, poking at the toys …
Dark York
And then there was that time I got laid off and drove up from Texarkana to Fayetteville AR pumping Le1f out my buzzing car speakers, like I was up on the new-new NYC sound tip and was so woke I would peel the eyelids back on any redneck whose truck I passed with just my …
Icosiennial
Twenty years ago, I remember feeling hope. Was working a shit job doing overnight front desk at a hotel, night audit. Living in my mother’s rented house. Scratching my ankles every day because the carpets were still tainted from the flea bombs we set while moving in nine months prior. Glaring at the daylight streaming …
Turkeys and Dressings
Back home from seeing family for the holiday. This time around I really didn’t have any major insights or commentary about my hometown, my past, my future, or the cosmos at large. Didn’t really have much opportunity to get out and wander while I rolled thoughts in my head, although I was busy with things …