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January 31, 2012 {No problem. I’ll pick it up on the way over.} I type, {Thanks dude} I stare at my phone. What,...
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January 24, 2012 As obvious a metaphor as ever there was: Los Angeles is Neverland. Adults dress like children, grown men rise at...
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January 17, 2012 Brooklyn, New York A hand on the nape of my neck. She pulls me down to her face, closing her...
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January 10, 2012 I don’t like myself. This is not something I ever thought I’d feel compelled to write, or even to think....
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January 3, 2012 GREEN SCREEN: WHITE TEXT: “The Following PREVIEW Has Been Approved For APPROPRIATE AUDIENCES” 00:00:00 Jeesh! Another one? I didn’t pay...
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December 28, 2011 These eyes, looking up at me from the curb. They’re about to leave me, these eyes. Not forever, or at...
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December 20, 2011 It has become cool to call yourself a nerd; to say that you once struggled to make sense of the...
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December 6, 2011 I don’t like Tim Tebow. Because I don’t watch much football, my dislike of Tim Tebow is based on specious...
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November 29, 2011 Throughout the 1990s and early 2000s, it became clear that sexual misconduct between priests and young boys was and had...
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November 22, 2011 Long brown hair, Pale blue eyes. California sunsets, Kansas City skies. The books of Richard Russo, Music by Arcade...
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