it’s 4PM by the time my eyes bleed open. a long night turned short morning of blue screens and vape clouds could be the culprit. 10 beers and a revolving view of my damp backyard is just as likely. stretch. phone. nicotine. back to the grind. maybe I’ll write a little. plan to go to […]

the growing urges of an aging youth to live in the memories of his past continue to trouble my mind. I miss the recognition in the grocery store, the excited eyes upon my entry to the pub, the reknowned nature of the small town.that life feels so long ago. and my new life is improved […]

40 hours a week, every week, until I die. the wife, the house, the kids, the nice car. is it a fair trade?is that a good deal? some days I feel ages behind and others I feel years ahead. some days I panic because my chest hurts and I’m gonna die before I complete even […]

(29/04)sometimes I look back at the replanting of my life. the cutting of roots, uprooting myself and dusting off the soil, planting me elsewhere – the grass was greener on this side. but the grass is not so green. the city eats me and chews me and spits me out sad, disillusioned, ripe with resentment. […]

it’s so lonely out here. I look back at old photos and miss my friends. in my dreams I visit the grave of Hometown Will. I do the right thing, pay my respects, lay flowers or kick the headstone depending on how I’m feeling.I used to find company there, where I was buried. fraying connections […]

it’s that time of year again. the sun bares it’s weight on the pavement as waves of guilt and gratification swirl together to create an strange phenomenon wherein your mind takes a step back and, after months of ignoring it, the passage of time has caught up to you. between growing pains and ticking items […]

the air is thick and hard to swallow, sometimes. this funny thing keeps happening where I keep waking up. 38 hours at the grindstone. 40 hours of sleep. 20 hours screentime. it’s enough to drive anyone ballistic. so many great things happen in my personal life but their sharpness is dulled by the quiet collapse […]

there are three types of person that wake up at 4:45 AM joggers, gym rats, and crazy people. as a firm member of the latter group, being a habitual platonic voyeur of the comings and goings of the great many inhabitants of this silly city brings me some amount of peace; only to be rudely […]

sunday scaries get scarier my path of adulthood twists and winds, crawls uphill, tumbles down this funny thing keeps happening where every day I wake up and have to be conscious and existent another great day on the big green ball, hopeless to adequately understand that my life is just as deep and meaningful as […]