I lie a lot in my job. It’s not necessarily required, but it is subtly encouraged. As anyone who’s ever rented apartments for a living knows, sometimes things just come out. “Sure, the super will fix that,” or “these walls are entirely soundproof,” or “what smell? I can’t smell anything. Let’s check out the kitchen!”…
Lessons From a Gym Talker
I’ve never really understood tattoos. I don’t know if this is due to my mother screaming in my ear every time we’d see someone with a dolphin jumping off their bicep, “What do you think that will look like when they’re sixty? Wrinkled, is what.” For a long time, I wanted one precisely because my…
Skywatching
Perched on the side of the road, surrounded by parade fencing, it looms ominously over the neighborhood, shattering whatever sense of security I had naively amassed.
Not a Carpenter
“You never match. That’s your style.”
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