No. 121 - My Allman Brothers
475 Words. 2 Minute Read.
I want to feel Duane and Dickey’s git-tars glide through my brain like a hawk in a thermal … while booze poisons my bloodstream.
No. 120 - Death by a Thousand Spreadsheets
445 Words. 2 Minute Read.
Every artistic cell in my body is suffocating. I’ve deteriorated into a myopic lunatic, an animatronic milquetoast obsessed with work.
No. 119 - To Be a Mailman
1,940 Words. 8 Minute Read.
A friend from high school recently became a mailman in his mid-forties. My first thought was, “That lucky son of a bitch.”
No. 118 - Sleeping on the Staten Island Ferry
1,236 Words. 5 Minute Read.
It didn’t take too long to figure out the ferry was my only option. Shortly thereafter, an email arrived confirming what I was hoping to avoid: my flight was canceled. I sat on the train bewildered. I didn’t want to spend the night on the ferry, but I would if I had to. My gut started to rot with anger and shame.