Travel Manners: The Sound of Silence
Even as a kid, the idea of entrapment was an unpleasant one, to the extent that I refused to sit on the inside of restaurant…
Read onEven as a kid, the idea of entrapment was an unpleasant one, to the extent that I refused to sit on the inside of restaurant…
Read onPushing myself away from the concrete, I stand on two wobbly legs, assessing the damage of my person. My left hand has fared the worst,…
Read on“Your parents… they live there?” We’re talking about the San Fernando Valley while we chug along the linear grid of Westchester towards Santa Monica. It’s…
Read on“She said yes!” In front of me is one of those horrible Instagram collage things that makes life look like a commercial for KIDS INCORPORATED,…
Read onI’ve never had a real job. Not really. I mean, there were the two years slinging smoothies at a juice bar, the two months working…
Read on“Will you take me to Paris with you?” This vaguely charming come-on has been lobbed at me by a slumping, shrugging drug addict with a…
Read onIt’s 4:37 in the morning. I know for certain because I’ve just looked at my phone to confirm the fact that it is, indeed, the…
Read onI’m on my phone, typing the same text over and over again, erasing each time. I watch “One day you guys will understand what I’ve…
Read onGrowing up, my grandma was, as I saw it, incredibly involved in the community. She weighed in on proposed bills, wrote to Congress, traveled to…
Read onThere’s a party in the Hollywood Hills for a client of mine I haven’t worked for in nearly five years. I debate going, wondering who…
Read onI hate garages. Despise garages. If it were up to me, people wouldn’t have them. They would keep their cars outside, left to collect dust…
Read onThis serves as another update… the plane coming in is delayed… once again, thank you for your awesome patience. At present, my patience feels less…
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