[Exploring all depths of life.]
It was a typical (early) dinner: Sitting at the bar instead of a table, reading a book. A burger was being prepared, and I was reading about about some guy named Sam Pulsifer. He was convicted of accidentally burning down Emily Dickinson’s home. The kicker: Two people were making love upstairs, and were killed in…
My early arrival to the Cuban diner, Copellia, was appropriate. For one, I didn’t want my unfamiliarity to get the best of me this time. Instead of standing outside, waiting for Martin to arrive, I headed into the neighboring The Donut Pub. The storefront’s window boasted some of the greatest looking donuts that I’ve seen.…
At the forefront of everything: It seems the consensus is that people are mixed with the second season of True Detective, which is also known as “California,” respectively after the location of the season. There aren’t any spoilers here, so if you’re looking for them, well, you should locate the IMDB or Wikipedia page. (There…
There were several people at my brother’s wedding who told me that I did a great job with the best man speech. I appreciated the applause, there were a lot of laughs, and thank you to everyone for the post-speech support. However, I’m hypercritical of myself. I’m not going to cut and paste the entirety…
I was writing an update at the end of last week, and there was hope to post it on Tuesday. Unfortunately, the piece was taking a turn as a rant, propelled by negative feelings and disdain toward various instances, which suddenly decided to glob together and congeal into something ugly and spits fire. Instead of…
There is a photograph of a young woman, who is probably in her 30s, and she is sitting cool and collected. One can easily presume that she’s satisfied. No, she’s not naked and tangled up in bed sheets, but she’s propped up and smiling at the camera. Regardless if the photo is in black and…
I’m not progressing as quickly as I should be with the most recent novel that my face has been hiding behind, that my nose has been digging into. (Is that the saying?) Well, whatever. Before I get into the meat and potatoes, let’s get something straight: So I’m essentially writing around Valentine’s Day when I…
