I found an envelop with my name on the porch today. The jingling that it made when I picked it up told me my keys had been returned to me. Two car keys and a house key. There was no note. The envelop was not signed. But I knew A had given back the keys to tell me that I had been erased ( Read more... )

Whenever I have girl problems, I leave the country. In college, I went to Japan. In law school, I went to Europe. In The Netherlands, I went to France. In Cleveland, the girl lives a minute walk down my street and walks by everyday.

Heh. Silliness.

I fucked up. Bad.

I was actually pissed off tonight, but I think it was because I really like you. Or maybe it was because I'm needy, probably jealous. Who the fuck knows? You were supposed to find me when you went to the market, but you didn't. Maybe you didn't because my door was closed. You do have a key though, come on in. Then you took my car to Coventry. I ( Read more... )

It's been quite a long break, and lots of things have happened. I've finished my first year of law school, I spent two months in Europe, I've read lots of books, and I've taken emotional risks. And what's come of it? Where am I now? I know I'm somewhere else, I know that I've changed. But I can't objectively assess the changes. All I have right now ( Read more... )

Restless and ready. That's nothing but indie posturing. Reconnected with some high school friends after college for the past year and a half, I had been effervescent. I was eager to experience everything, anything; life was some grand consequence that I chased drink after drink. This was probably because I felt that I had missed out on the classic ( Read more... )

It's like a bad dream.

I had Cluck U for dinner and hung out with the guys at Mission Ale House tonight. I left just before midnight because I wasn't feeling too well. I was taking 2nd street, planning to turn left just before the 280 overpass so I could get over to 7th street and on to 280 South, when I passed my turn. I had seen Reed, but it didn't click in my head to ( Read more... )

I'm in the air, but this isn't ecstasy. The lessons of the first semester have come and gone-and some of my self-respect with them. Still, life has been good. Misery is not misery when it's with company. It's hazing. And hazing is bonding ( Read more... )