Blurry eyed, he dwelled the semi-flaccid volley he left for them. That and the 9 empty bottles of beer strewed about the apartment. “Well fuck you you bunch of …” He bit his lip and swerved sluggishly away from the white line and into an oncoming truck.

End.

I've lost my cell phone. If anyone needs to contact me, you'll have to either call my house or email me. I'll let you know when I get a new one.

I'm not only lazy but busy packing for the move back to the States, so combined, I won't be emailing people individually. Anyone care for meeting up for a drink in Bogota next Wednesday or Friday at Andy's Corner Bar?

Four and a half months to go until I find myself back in Jersey permanently. Back when it took that much time to grow a few strands of hair on my chinny chin chin, that seemed like a long time, nearly as torturous as the 3 hour rides to upstate New York with my folks and a grandmother who seemed to have doused herself in a perfume manufactured ( Read more... )

Supposedly it took God only six days to create this world;
it took only a minute for me to love you.
It'll take both of us more than a day to recover from our efforts.

I want to be an uncle, not just some memory in a far away country. The sort of uncle who drives down the Jersey turnpike on Sundays to visit his neice and nephew and show them the time they deserve. I want to be there when my folks get old; I want to be there before they do, to be there for a Sunday dinner, to be a phone call away any day...to talk ( Read more... )

You'll think sooner or later you'll open that trap of yours and, maybe if it came out in another language it'll be a bit more beautiful, but no matter how you try, if what's inside you is shit, it translates as shit.

Everyone is getting married these days, or at least it seems everyone I know. With one, I can still remember sharing in 3rd grade our horribly written, gorey horror tales in which everyone we knew played a short, bloody bit part, and the role of the indomitable hero being reserved for us. Actually, in his I was the obstinately death defying ( Read more... )

So, this weekend Maki's brother, Takuya, turned 30. He's a wonderful guy and a few of us did our best to show him a good night out. We had some Chinese style nabe hodai, went to my favorite Belgian bar afterwords, and I caught the second to last train home, which meant I could spend Monday not feeling like shit (and chatting with the doctor about ( Read more... )

Only one of these registers on the guilt meter, but I suppose many might say I SHOULD feel guilty about the others ( Read more... )