self-made man.

This morning I was staring at myself in the mirror. One of those unintentional hypnotic trances that happen every once Continue reading →

liquid procrastination.

My moods have always run in cycles. There’s no good day, bad day, good day, bad day. Its two weeks Continue reading →

don’t gotta have that funk.

It’s a resignation that my brain just automatically falls into, almost before I’m awake. Another one of those, “guess its Continue reading →

chicken little too late.

The sky wasn’t falling; it had already fallen. All I was doing was acknowledging what everyone else refused to believe. Continue reading →

not that kind of taps.

In honor of Memorial Day, I’ve decided to look back and remember all of the times I was loaded. Inappropriately. Continue reading →

i’m often not there.

Saturday was rocky, but was recovered. Now, with two days remaining on this three-day weekend, unstructured time is a clear Continue reading →

this is no longer a working number.

I pause longer than they do on Deal or No Deal. Could I let go of this crap thinking, this Continue reading →

bigger than a bread basket.

Keeping it real. This is a phrase that I’ve heard so many times throughout my life it’s totally lost its Continue reading →