It’s not often that you plan something in your mind, and when you actually execute, it matches your original thoughts. When it does happen, it is remarkable. Last Saturday was…
Get Out, GET OUT… GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT! I CAN’T TAKE IT RIGHT NOW, I NEED YOU AND ERICA TO GET OUT… I wish I could take those words…
Pizza is a way of life where we come from. You don’t ever really think about pizza. You don’t ever really think of pizza as good or bad until you’ve…
Two years ago yesterday. I entered my brother’s apartment to find him unconscious on his couch. On the glass coffee table in front of him was an empty bottle of…
“Well I heard there was a secret chord that David played, and it pleased the Lord… but you don’t really care for music, do ya?” As I sit down to…
I used to keep a notation in my calendar about the last day I saw my mother alive. It was a Sunday. We had just attended a service in Bridgeport…
I am constantly thinking about this exact question. It’s probably the worst side effect of being the surviving family member/friend of somebody who has committed suicide. It’s the imagining what…
I’ve been dealing with a bunch of bullshit that prohibited me from making David’s headstone. But it seems like it may be coming to an end, and I can finally…
It was HOT… like 95-degrees-feels-like-105-degrees hot, surrounded by heat-absorbing-and-reflection asphalt. It was the kind of hot that you burn yourself if you have leather seats and just hop in. Hot…