an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
Today marks 35 years of my life and I'm taking a moment to reflect on it all. Please take the following with a grain of salt, as I'm still figuring things out. But, with age I have grown in audacity. So fuck it, here's what I've learned so far... 1- Your family is either batshit... Continue Reading →
It was the last house on the south side of King Street before a little open space and Roncesvalles marking the edge of gentrification. I was so young. So naive. So raw. Things were so big, so full of feeling, so dramatic, so careless. I made mistakes, and learned, and I didn't care if I made another.
Before you say it, please allow me. I broke my promise. The one about me writing something new every Thursday without fail. Well, if you look carefully, you'll notice I skipped a week and today is not a Thursday. So what happened? Why did I stop? The answer is simple. In the words of my... Continue Reading →
When the words just don't come And the blank page stares Ideas frivolous And void of purpose What motivates me now? A promise I made on February 22nd To write every Thursday Without fail So far... Fourteen weeks of success Fourteen weeks with something to say Fourteen weeks is all it took To run my... Continue Reading →
In animals it is easy to see how being 'nice' can leave you worse off than your fellow creatures. If you've ever seen a mother dog, cat or pig feeding its babies from its tits, you'll see that sometimes not all the kids fit. I have no clue how many tits they come with, 5 maybe? But when there's more offspring than nipples, there's often a runt in the litter.
If you're reading this, you're lucky. Not because my writing is any good, but because you're here. Here on Earth. And there is nothing more precious. Earlier this week, something tragic happened to a distant friend of mine. Distant enough that we haven't kept in touch. Close enough that the news hurt when I learned... Continue Reading →
I like being a potty mouth. An indulgent tendency that increases exponentially in relation to my boozing. Nevertheless, even in my most ladylike state (a laughable attempt at best), I still love dropping a few F bombs to spice up the words coming out of my mouth. When precisely did my passion for dirty words... Continue Reading →
Straight from the airport,
Nearly two breathes of London air,
You were the first person I spoke to.
And my first words,
“Hello, I stink. Can I use your shower?”
Best pick-up line ever.
While surrounded by a sea of green and cheap Irish regalia, I managed to have a somewhat meaningful chat with a friend. He pointed out the merits of my writing and gave me some feedback for the future. This one thing he said, lingers on my mind. The notion of framing my narrative, better. And... Continue Reading →
From the beginning of time, writers have whinged and moaned over a peculiar condition that hinders their efforts. A pest of the mind that either clouds your clarity or dissipates your creative clouds. Invisible and debilitating; a common disease still yet uncured. You guessed it, the old 'writer's block'. Not unlike the common cold, it... Continue Reading →
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