Indians play cricket every Saturday morning on the tennis courts. You’d think cricket matches would play out better on the baseball diamond, which no one ever uses for baseball, but most of the players crowd themselves to the left of the nets, and balls hit to the right rarely make it to the one or…
There is a woman who marks the days. Not the days that have passed, but the days to come. She marks the days she has yet to live. All these days she marks, up to the one that might be her last. She cannot know that one. There is a last day. A last mark. But…
This is not the beginning of the story. The story begins in this place, at another time. Or perhaps in another place, at this time. Whatever the case, our entry point is this. In this place, here and now, but not at the beginning, is a man age 73. He is the king of his…
A heavy fist rattled the door and a deep, husky voice said comin’ in. Thus entered the doctor, his long white coat parted by his belly, which preceded him into the room. Squeezing his fat forehead was a black band holding one of those silver metal thingies. He glanced at me, and then his eyes…
As the credits rolled on the last episode of Breaking Bad’s fourth season, my withdrawal symptoms were immediate and severe. I had discovered the show fairly late in the game and watched all four seasons online over a few weeks time. Knowing season five was still a ways off, I did the only thing I…
Nothing we create really starts with us. What shows up was already there, waiting for a way through. An idea doesn’t arrive unless it already wants to exist. The trouble begins when we claim it. When it’s received well, we take it personally. When it isn’t, we take that personally too. Both invite a lot…
This part is not about McCartney, but Lennon. That picture of him in the early days, wearing that leather cap. Has a name, I’m sure. I don’t know it. It’s cool. Looked cool. He looked cool, wearing that cap. I wanted one. I was in elementary school. I asked for it, a birthday gift or…
There was some part of me wanted you. I suggested you move in, to that apartment complex I was living in. And there was some part of you wanted me, because you did it. I was in the pool that day. My gtl day, gym tan laundry, acronym stolen from The Jersey Shore. This was…
The Coen Brothers are really good at setting up their movies. Like, really good. Like, the first 20 or 30 minutes of Raising Arizona or O Brother, Where Art Thou? or The Big Lebowski, is what I’m talking about. They pull you in, fast. The tone is weird, more or less perfect. The characters like no one you’ve ever seen. Alive.…
First off, the title is click bait. I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional. I usually write the title after I’ve written the post. This time the title came first. And the post got away from me, drifted from the title. I lost control. And never finished. And was reminded why I usually save the title for…
Here is how the post started. The post where I was not entirely honest. I’ve posted like this before, in case you are curious. One was about the movie Sharknado! Another was this one about a Wes Anderson movie. Now comes this, the draft that follows: The book, music, or film that changed my life.…
Wrote you a message, I’ll have you know. And I know you know because I used the account that returns excellent read receipts. You opened it seconds after I sent it. My phone buzzed and the little eyeball icon lit up green, saying Oh hell yeah, read, big time. I didn’t expect that, but I’m…
It was a bright blue day at Santa Rosita Downs. Flags flapping. Air crisp and chill. The smell of beer and horses, broken dreams and desperation. I kept to myself, as was my wont, sipping absinthe from a flask, nose deep in the racing form. Stable Genius looked primed for a comeback in the final…
It was most certainly a remember where you where when moment. I was a fifth grader walking back to class from the bathroom when I overheard a teacher in the hallway saying President Reagan had been shot. I had no idea what to make of that information. But I remember that teacher standing in the…
It’s back. The need to write. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything to say. Sadness is on me. I read recently that that’s how they say “I’m sad” in Irish. That’s a good way to say it. Reminds you that sadness is not you, nor you it. What’s the difference between “I am sad” and “I…
This might be goodbye. If you ask me right now, this is goodbye. Right now, I’m done. How many more times will you reach out and disappear. How many more times will you suggest ideas, plans, locations, and vanish in smoke. How many more times will you ask my number, forget to save it, call…
It’s like the New England Patriots calling themselves “Brady.” If every player cut their hair and dressed like Brady.
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