Tag: los angeles

After The Long Dream

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 →

The Marcello Rule™

— 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 →

The Theory of Goodbyes™

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 →

Catching Bees in Gachapon Capsules

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 →

Closing Time

There are times in my life when I feel Open to the universe, and times when I feel Closed to it. I don’t think … Continue reading →

Signs

I spent my birthday in San Diego this year. I didn’t expect to be here; I drove down in light of the wildfires in … Continue reading →

8, 18, 28

You’re 18 and the entire world is a mysterious, wondrous, massive place bursting with Possibilities and Magic. A decade later you’re looking down the … Continue reading →

Leaving Los Angeles

I find myself once again thrust into my unconscious. It’s a bit scary, but it’s where all the best work is done. Allow me … Continue reading →

Travels

At the airport, like I always am. My family doesn’t travel much. I was raised with a sort of uneasy fascination with airports. I … Continue reading →