I'd promised Kate that I'd stop drinking after I fell to the ground and couldn't get back up. It wasn't the first time I'd fallen like that, but we wanted it to be the last. I told her I'd cool it for a while.

“Not good enough,” she said. “Stop completely for a month.”

So I stopped drinking. Around her.

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In the fall of 1994, I met someone*. We dated, but that didn't work out in the long run. Life got in the way. Eventually, after some work and some time, we became friends again.

Six years later, we enjoyed a very long weekend together, but that didn't work out in the long run. Life got in the way. Eventually, after some work and some time, we ( Read more... )

I'm in Istanbul right now, and I have had that song in my head for every second of the past twenty-four hours.

I had an experience today in the middle of the desert today that underscores the differences between the culture in the Middle East and the U.S. Our guest and I walked into a movie set from the 1970s that we had thought was abandoned. It turns out this was someone's home, it was clear that we made the owner very uncomfortable. To compound matters, ( Read more... )

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Come one, come all, because my brand-new online store is now open and selling original artwork wrapped into greeting cards!

Just added: Halloween! You have four costumes to choose from to show off how damned spooky you are. You can mix and match, or buy them by bulk!


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It's easy to feel old at the age of thirty-seven, especially in a society that values youth as much as it does. Almost four years ago, I aged out of the 18-34-year-old demographic that advertisers pine for, and it stung a little. My hair is getting gray, and my joints ache for a day or so after a long run. But really, I'm still pretty young, and in ( Read more... )

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I've been drawin' stuff for a long time, and about two years ago, I even started making Christmas Cards. And so, under the advice of my counsel (It's my wife. My wife is my counsel.), I'm going to start sellin' shit. My problem is, I'm not 100 percent sure what I can, or what would sell.

I think I'm going to start with cards. When I open my store, I ( Read more... )

I am bloated with amazing Pakistani food. That is not why I write this. I write this because I am baffled.

A diner appeared at a nearby table. He was an Arab man, a wife and mother--both dressed in full, head-to-toe abayas--by his side, and a baby in a stroller. The man wore baggy cargo shorts, a trucker hat, and uneven stubble and sideburns, and an ( Read more... )