I think my fascination with this kind of architecture is the kind of imagery it elicits in my head. I almost instinctively think about kids running around the yards, parents getting home from work and stressing about the bills, mowing the lawn and trimming the hedges; the electric hum from…

FOREWORD The first time we touched… I was young and I was scared. It was cold outside and the trees scraped at the windows. This would become a common theme throughout my life moving forward, staring into the abyss in the heat of a moment and noticing the small details that would…

To people telling me I will lose business over my posts regarding Nazism and white supremacy: The only reason I live in America today is due to a ridiculous prejudice. One of my ancestors had the forethought and wherewithal to see the rise in hatred against Jewish people in Germany. His wife was Jewish. …

“Large iced latte, no flavoring, please.” I said. “That will be $5.54.” She replied. That was the extent of our relationship for the longest time. Her, this long legged and tired eyed barista, always with books and pens nearby. Then there was my homely ass, usually hungover, begging for a…

It was the tail end of summer, the time when everything gets inexplicably sad for no reason. The trees wilt like old people preparing for death, the sun is blotted by an onslaught of gray clouds that seem to birth more before the others pass. The strays were looking for…

For my entire adult life…wait, no. Not even just my adult life. …

It only took the first drink for the old devils to creep back in through the dead cells on my tongue. I could feel the ghosts of youthful flowers blossom in the warming of my stomach, a kind of twisted photosynthesis or something, when one shot turned into the second…

Monogamy was never going to work for me. I knew it from the moment I fell in love for the very first time and I knew it every subsequent time it happened, too. The eye wanders as the heart sighs and as the brain senses patterns that turn into routines…

Full disclosure: I write this about two bottles deep in booze. All of my heroes ended up being exactly like me. Untethered, free from the burden of life, and it was almost certainly due to the amount of narcotics that they put in their system (and they could afford to!). …