Settling
One of the things about moving around a lot is that people start to ask you, “Does it feel like home?”
One of the things about moving around a lot is that people start to ask you, “Does it feel like home?”
You didn’t have to know Bennington’s pain first hand to understand a Linkin Park song.
X is for kisses. X is for porn. X is your signature and where you sign.
Ambition requires imagination, but it is not satisfied with daydreams.
I can never remember summer in the midst of a polar vortex, but I’m comforted and chastised that it comes.
I’ve had people rip up my fliers, call the cops on me, and even fling dog shit at me.
I’m not scared of the gods that inhabit these places per se; I’m just wary of the humans who built them.
If the cost of spreading love is occasionally getting taken advantage of, I’m okay with that.
It was actually kind of a snap decision, I remember, that we would leave our DSLR cameras behind.
Herb has long since retired. Where his barber pole once hung there’s now an upscale Vietnamese joint that does light lunches and dinners.