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’)
Spring has finally arrived in New York after quite a long wait. It can still be a bit nippy outside, but by and large, the leaves are on the trees, things are flowering, and the city isn’t so grey anymore. The outdoor tables are being set, the rooftop bars are opening, and the sun doesn’t … Continue reading Bring It On Home to Me.
After trying to get women to be interested in me for my whole adult life, apparently I accidentally stumbled upon the formula. Be truly heartbroken, and use the phrase, “I’m not ready to date anyone yet” repeatedly. During the past hundred days, I’ve accumulated an incredibly awkward amount of phone numbers and Snapcodes (that’s a … Continue reading Bachelorhood, Redux.
“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.” It’s been a hundred days since Daisy and me ended. I can tell you that not because I’ve been obsessively keeping track of it with scratches on the wall like some prisoner, but because of … Continue reading A Hundred Days.