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There was a cavernous banquet hall. A lot of yellow. A bit of paisley on the papered walls. Soft rugs. Vertical stripes. Polished brass-rimmed chairs, standard issue ballroom stuff, the kind that easily stack in columns of 5, 6, maybe 7. The entirety of the audience that had gathered was […]
In a week from today I’ll become a 38 year old man. I’ll check into room 3801. On the 38th floor. The top floor. Only roof access above and the door to the stairwell is padlocked shut. This hotel, this hotel with no check-out policy. No need. Just a gym […]
Let me start by admitting that I am not 100% certain I know where babies come from.
I go to concerts by myself. Alone in a crowd of a thousand. Except for this one guy who I met and too quickly lost. This is the story of the friend I almost made.
The Mouse was crying again, emotional spill over from the prior evening when she watched the Bear’s already cool bed transform from the skyscraper variety to the kind with a starlight roof. This kind of childhood jealousy is a foreign concept in this house, like a bowl of borscht in a Parisian bistro. It doesn’t make any sense.
Okay, so one thing to know about me is this: I dislike customer service people. Well, that’s not entirely fair. I dislike talking with customer service people, be that over the phone, in person, web chats, Western Union telegrams. Stop., Pony Express, whatevs. Dislike probably isn’t a strong enough word. Fortunately, buying prescription eyeglasses now involves no pushy salespeople.
There’s always a tipping point when something brilliant becomes something bad…or at least less brilliant. Imagination too. Ya wanna foster it, allow it to flourish, but you maybe don’t want your kid dressing like a fucking wizard when they are 22. Too much. Too much.
