A Boy Called Marcello
At the airport, like I always am. Not really. I’m writing this at Mom & Dad’s kitchen table in Kent. Ever since I decided … Continue reading
At the airport, like I always am. Not really. I’m writing this at Mom & Dad’s kitchen table in Kent. Ever since I decided … Continue reading
I just had the craziest Long Dream. My childhood band moved down to LA, but a worldwide pandemic happened and they all moved back … Continue reading
— A childish whine — I don’t want to go back home to LA. I’ve figured for a while now that, at some point, … Continue reading
What is Possible? What was Possible, what stopped being Possible, what might yet be? This blog has come a long way in the 8 … Continue reading
Yesterday I sold my 2000 Honda Prelude. I thought there would be more Pomp & Circumstance when the moment came to sign over the … Continue reading
We were lucky— the clouds were barely wisps, so there was enough sun to say that summer had properly started, just in time for … Continue reading
Dear Codename: Emily— thanks for reading the blog. — In showbiz, that’s what we call a “hook” — If it’s you reading this, just … Continue reading
I finally finished How I Met Your Mother. I think it’s hilarious that this fuckass show has been a recurring topic in this blog. … Continue reading