3/1/08
this afternoon, as i looked out the living room window, i witnessed a few of the kids from my block dismantling my snowman with his own shovel. granted, the snowman had become little more than a pointy white snow-stack, but still it was disturbing. excessively cruel. like if i grabbed one of those kid's skateboards outta his hands and beat him with it. did the neighborhood run out of sticks?
12/31/08 there are any number of lessons which could have been learned, had i been willing. there is also a multitude of sins i have tried to commit, all in an effort to teach myself the meaning of n
12/15/08 it's an unfortunate fact that i seem to have inherited my father's overdeveloped penchant for sarcasm. it is an even more unfortunate fact that my mother appears to have been born without th
12/9/08 nyc vermin are bold. they take on airs. the nerve. the pigeons have no sense of personal space. the cockroaches blossom to indecent sizes and then amble across the floors of busy bus statio