I’ve gotten fairly used to getting my ass kicked. There’s this feeling of inadequacy that I have because I started late, because I don’t have the perfect pedigree, because I’m starting with less than ideal circumstances. I know I’m not the most talented guy in the room, I’m not the smartest guy in the room, … Continue reading Split Screen Sadness.
I always start each morning with an iced coffee, black. If I don’t get it, the day always feels just a bit off. I don’t care about the weather, the occasion, the circumstance, the coffee always needs to be iced, and it always needs to be black. I’ve had good days, bad days, great days, … Continue reading Somewhere Only We Know.
I think everyone has a teenage soap opera that they grow up on. The cross-section of good looking people, hormones, and drama that we can identify with is too much for anyone to withstand. For me, it was ‘The O.C.’ and to a certain extent, ‘Gossip Girl’. In addition to the three aforementioned elements, there … Continue reading Chasing Cars.
(I wrote this 10 years ago, almost to the day) It is 3:56am on a Friday. I’ve just realized that it is a full week until my birthday. 20 years old. That is two decades. But that’s not why I’m writing this note. It is because when you’re in love, you want, no you even … Continue reading A Love Note.
When I was a young boy My mama said to me “There’s only one girl in the world for you And she probably lives in Tahiti.” I first heard this song watching “Stranger Than Fiction”, which is one of my all-time underrated movies, and I made a note of it in the back of my … Continue reading Whole Wide World.
I will fully admit that I’m a frequent abuser of the ‘shuffle’ feature. It’s just one of those things I started with as a teenager, and it was great. I could skip from single to single, listening to my favorite tracks with no pause between. No cohesion, just wanting to live through the music. And … Continue reading On Shuffle.
Loving a little is like drinking, it’s easier to breathe. It’s enough to look at each other and then come closer a little, and never let go. To be afraid, no no! Loving a little is like blooming a little. It helps you know, not to die without hiding, showing it is possible to escape … Continue reading Love Each Other a Little (amarsi un po’)