All my life, all I ever wanted to be was a gangster. Okay maybe not a gangster, but I at least wanted to be cool. At least cool enough to be able to tell someone “Fuck you. Pay me.” and get away with it. Those […]
Category: Essay
This can’t be coincidence: Diving into the 1990’s.
Coincidence is a strange thing. I’m not much for New Year’s Resolutions, mostly because I’m terrible at keeping them. Despite the best of intentions the exercise bike becomes a clothing rack, The Brothers Karamazov gets bookmarked around page forty, and the cap stays tight on […]