I had an Uncle Doug who, every Sunday, would grumble and grunt and fuss his way into his bright green ’73 convertible Corvette, so that he could drive it around the neighborhood and feel young again. He’s dead now, though. Stroke killed him last year. And now the car sits under a tarp in myContinue reading “Uncle Doug”
Coffee. Coffee. We’re drinking coffee to wake up. And we’re smoking weed to zone out. And we’re dragging cigarettes to balance the two. Then more coffee. More coffee to stay awake, because we get nervous when we’re groggy. But then it’s too much coffee. And we’re jittery, so we smoke more weed. Too much weed.Continue reading “Youth”
I’m getting better at growing these hairs on my chin, but I still don’t feel old yet. I think that I’m still too immature. I think that I still watch too much porn. I think that I’m still unsure about more things than I’m sure of and I can’t make up my mind about anything…Continue reading “Immature”
I can remember sitting in the back seat of my parents’ car as a kid, coming home from my grandparents’ house, or back from dinner. I can remember looking through the window at the stars, or looking at my own reflection in the glass, and I can remember not really thinking much of it. IContinue reading “Among the Stars”
I have lotion in the wrinkles of my skin, hoping that I don’t crack from the weather, I mean the pressure of these stressors that control my life, like worrying about if I’m doing enough with myself, or if I’m ever going to finish my book, or… fuck it. There’s not enough Lubriderm in theContinue reading “Lotion”
We live today, In selfies and Six second clips. We yearn for likes And retweets And shit. It’s a weird world, But it’s still the World nonetheless. So post what you can, Or be left for dead.
“Ok,” I say with a sigh, and then I start shaving the scratchy fuzz that has been sprouting out of my chin. It doesn’t grow very thick, but I shave what’s there and it makes me feel better. That is, until I notice that the skin where I shaved has started peeling from the cold weather. I decideContinue reading “Shave”
When I was A kid I spent A lot of time Talking to Hookers that I met on the Internet. I’d find an Ad for an Escort online, And then call The girl from my Parents’ phone After they went To bed. I’d give them A different name, Like Ted, Or Bill, Or Larry, ThenContinue reading “Hooker”