Bookstore Lovers
I’m walking up the stairs of the local bookstore and see a girl who would be drop-dead gorgeous if she lost seven to ten pounds. She is looking at a novelty mustache that I once saw the lead singer of White Ghost Shivers wear in Waterloo Park. The mustache is much larger than any normal mustache would ever be, thus adding to its hilarity. I see her giggle, which makes me giggle and she is instantly more attractive. As I walk by, I’m careful to angle myself so that she can not get a clear view of my rear end. I have been sitting down in the coffee shop working on my computer for hours and my ass is sweating more profusely than usual due, in part, to the bottomless cup o

Shooting Stars
I hoped that she was watching. I wished that for every shooting star I saw, she would see ten. Even if she was with him, I wanted her to smile, be content. I wanted everyone to see the the sky the way I saw it, everyone I’d ever known and even the people I didn’t know. I wanted us all to be looking up, glossy eyed on a cold night, warm from wine. All of us, looking up and being amazed and making wishes, expecting them to come true. All of our eyes wide, open and fixed above us, staring at the same sky and realizing we were a part of something, a part of everything. Posted via email from

I drink the drink
Stories about excessive sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll always sound so cool and glamorous if you only listen to the first half of them. It’s always the second half where things go terribly arry and people realize a character’s inevitable demise.Unfortunately, many of us hear how amazing the first part of these stories are and leave, mid-sentence, to go live our own mischievous adventure. We never stay and listen to how such-and-such’s fabulous tales of debauchery finished. They rarely finish well.By the age of twenty-five, many of us have already been living out our

I drink the drink
Stories about excessive sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll always sound so cool and glamorous if you only listen to the first half of them. It’s always the second half where things go terribly arry and people realize a character’s inevitable demise.Unfortunately, many of us hear how amazing the first part of these stories are and leave, mid-sentence, to go live our own mischievous adventure. We never stay and listen to how such-and-such’s fabulous tales of debauchery finished. They rarely finish well.By the age of twenty-five, many of us have already been living out our

Public Access TV Star (a Rap)
I'm laying down some sick beats in the studio, now, but wanted to give you a sneak preview of a rap video I plan to shoot at some point in the future. This phat rhyme written by Jon Ray and Dustin Doering. I'm a public access TV star! I ride my bike to work, 'cause I don't need no car! When my crew goes out, people know who we are (sometimes) My fans listen close, 'cause I say what I like. And we don't use a boom, we got that in-camera mic! (It's a rental) Film a show today